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deare remembrance of his dying Lord

Phœbus

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Tanaquill

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PIETIE

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Since I can grasp nothing other than sorrow, I’m now ready for my tomb.

And yet, by God, they made a mistake: their prophecy had no effect at all. Many summers have passed since my cure from that which God through his grace supplied for me

disorderly person

Witness the violent disease which I once had, as lots of people knew well, and which threw and hurled me out of my own self.

The sun lost its strength and the dark shower poured right down on me and made me wallow in depression, so that my spirit had no desire to live, nor no delight.

however rich they are now, strong, vibrant, fresh or lively

However wealthy or lucky in life someone is, it will not last — they will lose it. Death will trample them down under foot: that will be everyone’s ending,

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moling up mountains of secret malice to delve into our division, make us survive along the widest wound of us — could they be any more loathsome? — and I became a longing inside

That one, yeah, that man of mine will drag his days under a mighty mind-caring. He’ll remember every single morning how full of pleasure was our home. What woes are theirs who must weather their worrying for love.

a man crushed at heart, flowing in his own water, in his tearful timbering

May his name be the name of infamy, a snarl in faraway mouths,

never can I, in no wise, catch a break from my cracking cares, nor this unfolding tear that grasps me in this my entire life.

in a gravel pit. Let’s make it an earthen hall, musty & old, where I’m all foreaten with longing:

can a home be devoid of joy?

Dales deep darkly, hills hedge me

we swore that nothing but finality itself could shave us in two, not them, not nothing. The pivot was not long in coming, it’s like, what did I hear a poet say once? “as if it never was…” that was our partnership.

Therefore my brain brims with bitterness, when I had located my likeness in him

where did that man of a man go? (5–8)

moling

trying to dole my part of the deal

how many gut-wretched nights ground over me once I was a full-grown woman,

My children! My children! You make me weep again. I see themsleeping soundly, happy in ignorance that their father is about to die.

what was to come upon his wife and children, Jihei’s heartwas heavy; but not a sign betrayed it

would publish farand wide a posthumous shame and ignominy.

now that I am resolved to die.Koharu awaits me.

seppuku

Now that the ransom for her has beenreceived from Tahei Sama she is an important charge.

A wife should doeverything in her power for her husband. I have pawned almost all myclothes to meet the bills of the wholesale paper merchants so that mytansuis now empty, but I do not regret it.

It was through a trick of mine that you and Koharu were induced to

“If this be so, Koharu will kill herself.”

,’ thus humiliating me anddiscrediting me with the wholesale dealers

hould his vowprove false, might he be punished by the Gods Bonten and Taishaku, bythe Four Great Elements23 and by all the other Gods and all the Buddhas

entirely due to the efforts of his wife, O-San, ever busy aboutdeals with customers and the management of household affairs

Oh! The woman was a thing for sale! Cheapgoods! He had been infatuated with a mere light-fingered wanton. Shouldit be point or edge? Even now their faces were silhouetted on the paperdoors. Oh! To beat her, to trample her down!

You may think me aninsincere woman, but to tell the truth I am anxious to escape death ifpossible. I beseech you, sir, to do something to save me from death.

am sure it is a matter of money.

“You are right. I have another question to ask you. Which is the morepainful method of suicide, by the knife or the rope?”

Day and night hepaid her visits so that no other patron could have access to her,

the father of two children, whose wife is his cousin and whosefather-in-law is his aunt’s husband

she may soon enough becomemy wife or—who knows?—shortly be ransomed by my rival Jihei

he good name of Ri T¤ten

He wandered and wanderedIn quest of his dear Matsuyama:No shadow of her could he find.Then when his grief turned his witsAll day he laughed and wept,Until at length exhaustedHe stretched him on the turf.What misery! Oh, what a plight!6Namaida! Namaida! Namaida!

Tahei

my master, who lays all this at Jihei’s door, keeps him away fromme and I cannot even write to him

on account of your love for Jihei Sama

was a damsel of supreme beauty namedKoharu of the brothel Kinokuni-ya

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Sometimes indeed we sold slaves to them, but they were only prisoners of war, or such among us as had been convicted of kidnapping, or adultery, and some other crimes, which we esteemed heinous. This practice of kidnapping induces me to think, that, notwithstanding all our strictness, their principal business among us was to trepan our people.

slaves

Our manner of living is entirely plain; for as yet the natives are unacquainted with those refinements in cookery which debauch the taste: bullocks, goats, and poultry, supply the greatest part of their food. These constitute likewise the principal wealth of the country, and the chief articles of its commerce. The flesh is usually stewed in a pan; to make it savoury we sometimes use also pepper, and other spices, and we have salt made of wood ashes.

We are almost a nation of dancers, musicians, and poets.

The distance of this province from the capital of Benin and the sea coast must be very considerable; for I had never heard of white men or Europeans, nor of the sea

I used frequently to go home with him, and remain all day, and sometimes all night. We occupied the same bed, and he would be sure to keep me awake until almost light,

notorious for his cruelty

Nat Turner’s insurrection

Sometimes I wished that he might die in infancy.

The little vine was taking deep root in my existence

to reflect upon his bad conduct

my child was an addition to his stock of slaves.

I had often prayed for death; but now I did not want to die, unless my child could die too.

Many more beautiful and more intelligent

I had calculated that in his rage he would sell me to a slave-trader; and I knew the father of my child was on the watch to buy me.

“I have sinned against God and myself,” I replied; “but not against you.”

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We must be good; perhaps that would bring us contentment.

but she has a mother’s instincts, and is capable of feeling a mother’s agonies.

while she thanked God for taking her away from the greater bitterness of life.

The girl’s mother said, “The baby is dead, thank God; and I hope my poor child will soon be in heaven, too.”

They were both black, and the child was very fair.

away from her nursing baby, for a whole day and night.

He thought that the woman’s stomach was stronger than the dog’s; but her sufferings afterwards proved that he was mistaken.

She did this to prevent the cook and her children from eking out their meagre fare with the remains of the gravy and other scrapings.

She was a member of the church; but partaking of the Lord’s supper did not seem to put her in a Christian frame of mind.

“public sale of negroes, horses, &c. ”

“Who knows the ways of God?” said she. “Perhaps they have been kindly taken from the evil days to come.”

These critters ain’t like white folks, you know; they gets over things,

I’m a humane man,

“Why, I’ve got a friend that’s going into this yer branch of the business—wants to buy up handsome boys to raise for the market.

Jim Crow

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grotesque

“Hulloa, Jim Crow!” said Mr. Shelby, whistling, and snapping a bunch of raisins towards him, “pick that up, now!” The child scampered, with all his little strength, after the prize, while his master laughed. “Come here, Jim Crow,” said he. The child came up, and the master patted the curly head, and chucked him under the chin. “Now, Jim, show this gentleman how you can dance and sing.” The boy commenced one of those wild, grotesque songs

I am sorry to part with Tom, I must say. You ought to let him cover the whole balance of the debt; and you would, Haley, if you had any conscience.”

I think you’re a Christian

He got religion at a camp-meeting, four years ago; and I believe he really did get it. I’ve trusted him, since then, with everything I have,—money, house, horses,—and let him come and go round the country; and I always found him true and square in everything.”

Tom is an uncommon fellow; he is certainly worth that sum anywhere,—steady, honest, capable, manages my whole farm like a clock.”

he wore a heavy gold watch-chain

a low man who is trying to elbow his way upward in the world

to come under the species

no servants present,

P——

incapable of satire or irony

Here he paused; his hand to his head, as if there were a swimming there, or a sudden bewilderment of memory had come over him; but meeting his servant’s kindly glance seemed reassured, and proceeded:–

_pardon_

The black

merely the sport of the lad.

the black upholding the white

invalids

“my poor, poor master!”

somnambulist

Marking the noisy indocility of the blacks in general

less a servant than a devoted companion.

unsophisticated Africans.

They each had bits of unstranded old junk in their hands

somnambulistic

watch her

showed no colors

Shadows present, foreshadowing deeper shadows to come.

Chili.

The beards of the young men glisten’d with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass’d all over their bodies.

The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.

For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted

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am not contain’d between my hat and boots

Growing among black folks as among white,

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my feet.

Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.

fratricidal

The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,

bed-fellow

How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex,

My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,

It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,

Hoping to cease not till death.

loafe

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

All the story does is reiterate the societal bounds that women and minority groups have been trying to break.

The colonial encounter is romanticized

Neither Unca nor Alluca are examples of feminist characters for one simple reason: every action they both take is motivated by the pursuit of a man.

she forgoes her entire belief system and religion to conform to Winkfield’s with about the same amount of resistance that her sister had when she decided to murder the both of them

hot and steamy cross-racial love triangle.

The entirety of the first two chapters reads like a male colonialist’s wet dream. Imagine being taken prisoner by a Native American tribe only to attract the attention of not one but TWO rich and gorgeous princesses.

examined through a feminist lens, it becomes clear that there is nothing remotely feminist about it

and she miraculously revives him with her deep knowledge of North American botany, it truly feels like a scene stolen from Days of Our Lives.

dagger she was stabbed with

I know we all love Pocahontas, but let’s imagine authentic Princess Unca barbie dolls lining the shelves of your local Toys R Us.

subjectivity of innocence to continue polarizing until it becomes nearly impossible for some to see the truth.

Despite being saved by the very people whose land he set out to invade

The problem is not that Mary Rowlandson wrote about her captivity. The problem, rather, is that she—and society as a whole—deemed the context of her captivity unimportant.

the image of indigenous savagery is maintained and with it spreads the toxicity of imperialism and systemic racism.

unquestionable misery and heartache

overdose of sorrow, disillusionment and hypocrisy to the unsuspecting reader.

“It is good for me that I have been afflicted.”

I have seen the extreme vanity of this world: One hour I have been in health, and wealthy, wanting nothing. But the next hour in sickness and wounds, and death, having nothing but sorrow and affliction.

“Money answers all things”

The Indians often said that I should never have her under twenty pounds. But now the Lord hath brought her in upon free-cost, and given her to me the second time

Blessed be the Lord for it, for great is His power, and He can do whatsoever seemeth Him good.

My sister’s son was redeemed for four pounds

Portsmouth

The twenty pounds, the price of my redemption

my dear husband, but the thoughts of our dear children, one being dead, and the other we could not tell where, abated our comfort each to other.

he had helped to bury her, and knew it not.

comfortable lodging we had, though nothing but straw to lie on

sleeping all sorts together, and yet not one of them ever offered me the least abuse of unchastity to me, in word or action

without fear.

n my travels an Indian came to me and told me, if I were willing, he and his squaw would run away, and go home along with me.

some asked me to send them some bread, others some tobacco, others shaking me by the hand, offering me a hood and scarfe to ride in; not one moving hand or tongue against it.

They mourned (with their black faces) for their own losses, yet triumphed and rejoiced in their inhumane, and many times devilish cruelty to the English.

(with their black faces)

eleven weeks and five days

that I did not see (all the time I was among them) one man, woman, or child, die with hunger.

did the Lord preserve them for His holy ends

God in preserving the heathen for further affliction to our poor country.

“It may be they will come in May,”

derided

It is the Lord’s doing, and it should be marvelous in our eyes.

God seemed to leave his People to themselves, and order all things for His own holy ends. Shall there be evil in the City and the Lord hath not done it?

providence

Then I took it of the child, and eat it myself, and savory it was to my taste.

barbarous creatures

she threw a handful of ashes in mine eyes

there is not one of them that makes the least conscience of speaking of truth

such a time his master roasted him, and that himself did eat a piece of him, as big as his two fingers, and that he was very good meat

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fortnight

that it would be no matter if my head were off too.

an old Indian bade me to come to him, and his squaw gave me some ground nuts; she gave me also something to lay under my head, and a good fire we had; and through the good providence of God, I had a comfortable lodging that night

my master being gone, who seemed to me the best friend that I had of an Indian

“Be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46.10). Which stilled my spirit for the present.

insolency

snatched it hastily out of my hand, and threw it out of doors

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Sabbath-day

Philip spake to me to make a shirt for his boy, which I did, for which he gave me a shilling