 | Harriet Ann Jacobs - 1990 - 354 pages
...lining. I forgot that in the land of my hirth the shadows are too dense for light to penetrate. A land " Where laughter is not mirth ; nor thought the mind ; Nor words a language; nor e'en men mankind. Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to hlows, And each is tortured in his separate... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 pages
...be forgetful as I am forgot ! Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell In this vast lazar-honse lls, A langnage, nor ev'n men mankind; Where cries reply to corses, shrieks to blow», And each is tortured... | |
 | Martine Watson Brownley, Allison B. Kimmich - 1999 - 242 pages
...lining. I forgot that in the land of my birth the shadows are too dense for light to penetrate. A land Where laughter is not mirth; nor thought the mind; Nor words a language; nor e'en men mankind. Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to blows. And each is tortured in his separate... | |
 | William L. Andrews, Henry Louis Gates - 2000 - 1066 pages
...lining. I forgot that in the land of my birth the shadows are too dense for light to penetrate. A land "Where laughter is not mirth; nor thought the mind; Nor words a language; nor e'en men mankind. Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to blows, And each is tortured in his separate... | |
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Nor words a language, nor e'en men mankind ; Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to blows, And each is tortured in his separate hell — For we are crowded in our solitudes — Many, but each divided by the wall Which echoes Madness in her babbling... 
