 | African American songs - 1845 - 234 pages
...— There no brother's voice shall greet them — There no father's welcome meet them.— Gone, fc. Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank... | |
 | American literature - 1846 - 308 pages
...strews Poison with the falling dews, Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty air, — Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters,^Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone— sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone.... | |
 | American literature - 1846 - 302 pages
...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone. To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - History - 1850 - 408 pages
...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank... | |
 | Harriet Beecher Stowe - Antislavery movements - 1853 - 534 pages
...— There no brother's voice shall greet them, There no father's welcome meet them. Gone, gone, &c. Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play ; From the cool spring where they drank... | |
 | Slavery - 1853 - 380 pages
...To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play, From the cool spring where they drank,... | |
 | John Lawrence - Slave trade - 1854 - 230 pages
...— There no brother's voice shall grect them, There no father's welcome mect them. Gone, gone, &c. Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play; From the cool spring where they drank;... | |
 | David W. Bartlett - Reformers - 1855 - 440 pages
...strews Poison with the falling dews, Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty air, — Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank...hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters I " But perhaps as fine a specimen of his poetry in this vein, is his poem upon the death of Oliver... | |
 | David W. Bartlett, D. W. (David W. ). Bartlett - Biography & Autobiography - 1855 - 408 pages
...the falling dews, Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty air/— Gone, gone—sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. From Virginia's...hills and waters,—* Woe is me, my stolen daughters I " But perhaps -as fine a specimen of his poetry in this vein, is his poem upon the death of Oliver... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1855 - 436 pages
...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank... | |
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Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters! 
