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  1. Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ancestor, And God was thanked for liberty. I have run through the night, my skin is as dark, I bend my knee down on this mark . . . I look on the sky and the sea. II. O pilgrim-souls, I speak to you! I see you come out proud and slow From the land of the spirits pale as dew. . .

  2. May 13, 2011 · To be glad and merry as light. There's a little dark bird sits and sings; There's a dark stream ripples out of sight; And the dark frogs chant in the safe morass, And the sweetest stars are made to pass. O'er the face of the darkest night. VI. But we who are dark, we are dark! Ah, God, we have no stars!

  3. I stand on the mark beside the sho… Of the first white pilgrim’s bende… Where exile turned to ancestor, And God was thanked for liberty. I have run through the night, my s…

  4. Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s passionate, occasionally melodramatic poem “The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim’s Point,” mainly written in Pisa during the autumn of 1846, was published two years later in a Boston anti-slavery compilation, The Liberty Bell. She was proud of its “ferocious” theme: an enslaved woman, of African descent ...

  5. The Runaway Slave at PP. The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point (1846; 1848, 1850) I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ancestor, And God was thanked for liberty. I have run through the night, my skin is as dark, I bend my knee down on this mark...

  6. Nov 13, 2023 · The poem's main character is a female slave who is running away from her master in an attempt to escape the pain and agony of slavery. Pilgrim's Point, in the title, refers to Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts, where the pilgrims landed in November 1620. Placing the runaway slave at the point where the Mayflower landed highlights the differences ...

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  8. V. And yet He has made dark things To be glad and merry as light. There's a little dark bird sits and sings; There's a dark stream ripples out of sight; And the dark frogs chant in the safe morass, And the sweetest stars are made to pass O'er the face of the darkest night. VI. But we who are dark, we are dark!

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