Maum Guinea, and Her Plantation "children;" Or, Holiday-week on a Louisiana Estate: A Slave RomanceA tale of slave life on a Louisiana estate at Christmas time near the start of the Civil War. |
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Maum Guinea, and Her Plantation Children; Or, Holiday-Week On a Louisiana ... Metta Victoria Fuller Victor No preview available - 2018 |
Maum Guinea and Her Plantation "children", Or, Holiday-week on a Louisiana ... Metta Victoria Fuller Victor No preview available - 1999 |
Maum Guinea, and Her Plantation Children; Or, Holiday-Week on a Louisiana ... Metta Victoria (Fuller) Victor No preview available - 2015 |
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Page 213 - BOOK lS NOT RETURNED TO THE LlBRARY ON OR BEFORE THE LAST DATE STAMPED BELOW. NON-RECElPT OF OVERDUE NOTlCES DOES NOT EXEMPT THE BORROWER FROM OVERDUE FEES.
Page 26 - WHEN a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.
Page 45 - LOOK out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with thine eyes, On which, than on the lights above, There hang more destinies. Night's beauty is the harmony Of blending shades and light ; Then, lady, up, — look out, and be A sister to the night ! Sleep not ! thine image wakes for aye Within my watching breast : Sleep not ! from her soft sleep should fly Who robs all hearts of rest. Nay, lady...
Page 55 - With what free growth the elm and plane Fling their huge arms across my way, Gray, old, and cumbered with a train Of vines, as huge, and old, and gray ! Free stray the lucid streams, and find No taint in these fresh lawns and shades ; Free spring the flowers that scent the wind Where never scythe has swept the glades.
Page 199 - Oh, they listened, looked, and waited, Till their hope became despair; And the sobs of low bewailing Filled the pauses of their prayer. Then up spake a Scottish maiden, With her ear unto the ground : 'Dinna ye hear it? — dinna ye hear it? The pipes o...
Page 13 - What, so soon ? Short courtship, hey, boy ? And all the better for that," he added to himself, thinking of somebody else, and of the ceremonies and delays attending
Page 1 - I have sought to depict it to the life. Seizing upon the Christmas holidays as the moment when his exuberant, elastic nature has its fullest play, I have been enabled, in the guise of a romance, to reproduce the slave, in all his varied relations, with historical truthfulness. His joys and sorrows ; his loves and hates ; his night-thoughts and daydreams ; his habits, tastes and individual peculiarities, I have drawn with a free, but I feel that it is a perfectly just, hand. . . . "Maum Guinea" has...
Page 55 - In pastures, measureless as air, The bison is my noble game; The bounding elk, whose antlers tear The branches, falls before my aim. Mine are the river-fowl that scream From the long stripe of waving sedge; The bear that marks my weapon's gleam, Hides vainly in the forest's edge; In vain the...
Page 32 - For, borne from bells on music soft, That solemn hour went forth from heaven, To stir the starry airs aloft, And thrill the purple pulse of even. Oh, happy hush of heart to heart! Oh, moment molten through with bliss ! Oh Love, delaying long to part The first, fast, individual kiss ! — OWEN MEREDITH.
Page 71 - Uncle went out early the next morning to see what kind of a day it was going to be. There was a reddish gold light over the higher peaks; a light breeze springing up and the branches of the fir trees moved gently to and fro the sun was on its way. The old man stood and watched the green slopes under the higher peaks gradually growing brighter with the coming day and the dark shadows...