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" I am black, as if bereaved of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree, And, sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And, pointing to the East, began to say: 'Look on the rising sun: there God... "
The Ruling Passion: British Colonial Allegory and the Paradox of Homosexual ... - Page 176
by Christopher Lane - 1995 - 326 pages
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Stories from My Attic

Horace Elisha Scudder - 1896 - 300 pages
...all do their duty, they need not fear harm. Here is another, which is called THE LITTLE BLACK BOY. My mother bore me in the Southern wild, And I am black, but oh, my soul is white ; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light....
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The Monthly magazine

Monthly literary register - 1839 - 744 pages
...Poetry. ТНК LITTLE ULACK BOY. 705 My mutlier bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but oh! my soul is white ; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereav'd of light. flly mother taught me underneath a tree, And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her'lap,...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 pages
...spoke with such a tone, That I almost received her heart into my own." THE LITTLE BLACK BOY. — Blake. MY mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but, O, my soul is white ! White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light....
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Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and School

American poetry - 1854 - 456 pages
...with such a tone, That I almost received her heart into my own." THE LITTLE BLACK BOY. — Blake. Mr mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but, O, my soul is white ! White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light....
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Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and School

Anna Cabot Lowell - American poetry - 1855 - 452 pages
...heart into my own." THE LITTLE BLACK BOY.— Blake. MY mother bore me in the southern wild, And I arn black, but, 0, my soul is white ! White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree, And, sitting down before the heat of day,...
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Gleanings from the Poets, for Home and School

American poetry - 1855 - 458 pages
...with such a tone, That I almost received her heart into my own." THE LITTLE BLACK BOY.— Blake. Mr mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but, O, my soul is white ! White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light....
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Gleanings from the Poets for Home and School

1858 - 460 pages
...spoke with such a tone, That I almost received her heart into my own." THE LITTLE BLACK BOY.— Blake. MY mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but, O, my soul is white ! White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light....
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Life of William Blake, "Pictor Ignotus": With Selections from His Poems and ...

Alexander Gilchrist, Anne Burrows Gilchrist - Artists - 1863 - 366 pages
...called by His name. Little lamb, God bless thee ! Little lamb, God bless thee THE LITTLE BLACK BOY. MY mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, hut O my soul is white. White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light....
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The Christian world magazine (and family visitor)., Volume 3

1867 - 974 pages
...transcribing if he happen to be unacquainted with it :— " THE LITTLE BLACK BOY. " My mother bore mo in the Southern Wild, And I am black, but 0 ! my Soul...English child, But I am black, as if bereav'd of light. " Sly mother* taught me beneath a tree, And sitting down before the heat of day, She took mo on her...
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Songs of Innocence and Experience: with Other Poems

William Blake - 1866 - 132 pages
...called by His name. Little lamb, God bless thee, Little lamb, God bless thee. THE LITTLE BLACK BOY. MY mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but oh ! my soul is white ; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light....
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