text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"But this unrighteous traffick in human blood is not more destructive to those concerned, in it, than disgraceful to the religion they profess, and so the nation which tolerates their crimes. By their means the holy name of Jesus is blasphemed, and an invincible obstacle thrown in the way, to hinder the glorious Gospel of Christ from being received by these Heathens. Darkness is not more opposite to light than the principles of this traffick to the spirit of Christianity. That commands us ""to preach good tidings unto the meek;"" but these men deliberately withhold from their Slaves all rational instruction, and all religious improvement. The Prince of Peace sends us ""to bind up the broken-hearted;"" but these men bow down their fellow-creatures by oppression, and ""regard not the cry of the poor destitute."" The spirit of the Gospel ""proclaims liberty to the captive, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound:"" but these men rivet the chains of slavery; ""the iron enters into the Negro's soul,"" while while his mind is left in all the darkness of ignorance, without one ray of those comforts which Christianity affords, to strengthen with patience, and to animate with hope, them that endure affliction, suffering wrongfully.
(pp. 22-4)",2013-09-23 18:14:52 UTC,"""The spirit of the Gospel 'proclaims liberty to the captive, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound:' but these men rivet the chains of slavery; 'the iron enters into the Negro's soul,' while while his mind is left in all the darkness of ignorance, without one ray of those comforts which Christianity affords, to strengthen with patience, and to animate with hope, them that endure affliction, suffering wrongfully.""",2011-08-01 20:23:11 UTC,"","",,Fetters and Metal,"",Searching in Google Books,19083,7060
"When the fierce Sun darts vertical his beams,
And thirst and hunger mix their wild extremes;
When the sharp iron * wounds his inmost soul,
And his strain'd eyes in burning anguish roll;
Will the parch'd negro find, ere he expire,
No pain in hunger, and no heat in fire?
[...]
* This is not said figuratively. The writer of these lines has seen a complete set of chains, fitted to every separate limb of these unhappy, innocent men; together with instruments for wrenching open the jaws, contrived with such ingenious cruelty as would shock the humanity of an inquisitor.
(ll. 171-6, p. 13, p. 106 in Wood)",2012-08-14 14:33:41 UTC,"""When the sharp iron wounds his inmost soul, / And his strain'd eyes in burning anguish roll; / Will the parch'd negro find, ere he expire, / No pain in hunger, and no heat in fire?""",2012-08-14 14:32:46 UTC,"",Meta-Metaphorical,,Fetters,"CRAZY! USE IN ENTRY: ""This is not said figuratively.""",Reading,19915,5681
"In every cry of every Man.
In every Infants cry of fear.
In every voice; in every ban.
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blacknng Church appalls.
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
",2014-07-14 21:55:24 UTC,"""In every cry of every Man / In every Infants cry of fear / In every voice; in every ban / The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.""",2014-07-14 21:55:10 UTC,"","",,Fetters,"",Reading,24176,7969