 | Tim Fulford, Debbie Lee, Peter J. Kitson - 2004 - 354 pages
...that of 'The Little Black Boy'. In that poem, the little African also imagines escaping his blackness: My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white, White as an angel is the English child: But I am black as if bereav'd of light.... | |
 | Denise DeCaires Narain - 2002 - 276 pages
...she responds to William Blake's poem, 'Little Black Boy'. The first stanza of Blake's poem reads:"' My mother bore me in the southern wild. And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child: But I am black as if bereaved of light.... | |
 | Gene M. Moore - 2004 - 288 pages
...traffickers in Negro blood." William Blake's "Little Black Boy" is probably the most familiar of these: My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child; But I am black as if bereav'd of light.6... | |
 | Julie H. Kim - 2005 - 253 pages
...four lines of the 1789 Blake poem: "My mother bore me in a southern wild, / And I am black, but O! my soul is white; / White as an angel is the English child, / But I am black, as if bereav'd of light." When Wexford cannot stomach the Chinese heat, he appropriates the speaker's rhetoric... | |
 | Catherine E. Ingrassia, Jeffrey S. Ravel - 2005 - 364 pages
...pro-slavery arguments to the state of Innocence, but her teachings are framed by the black boy's versions: My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child: But I am black as if bereav'd of light.... | |
 | Paolo Paci - 2006 - 368 pages
...io ripasso a memoria la poesia di William Blake: "My mother bore me in thè southern wild, and I ani black but oh, my soul is white. White as an angel is thè English child, but I am black as ifbereaved of tight...". "Niente è più eccitante che trovarsi... | |
 | William Blake - 2007 - 392 pages
...lamb, We are called by his name. Little Lamb God bless thee. Little Lamb God bless thee. #& 7 JVly mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereav'd of light.... | |
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My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as an angel is the English child: But I am black as if bereav'd of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me... 
