Execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurp'd, from God not given.
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Execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurp'd, from God not given.
He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl,
Dominion absolute; that right we hold
By his donation; but man over men
He made not lord; such title to himself
Reserving, human left from human free.

They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
. . . .
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They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
. . . .
They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.

Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.

Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.

He is sometimes slave who should be master; and sometimes master
who should be slave.
[Lat., Fit in read more

He is sometimes slave who should be master; and sometimes master
who should be slave.
[Lat., Fit in dominatu servitus, in servitute dominatus.]

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls read more

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.

I do not see how a barbarous community and a civilized community
can constitute a state. I think we read more

I do not see how a barbarous community and a civilized community
can constitute a state. I think we must get rid of slavery or we
must get rid of freedom.

For in reason, all government without the consent of the governed is the very definition of slavery.

For in reason, all government without the consent of the governed is the very definition of slavery.

In giving freedom to the slave we assure freedom to the
free,--honorable alike in what we give and what read more

In giving freedom to the slave we assure freedom to the
free,--honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve.

In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her read more

In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her mighty lakes and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked when I remember that all is cursed with the infernal spirit of slave-holding and wrong; When I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten; That her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing.