A sacred burden is this life ye bear, Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly; Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin, But onward, upward, till the goal ye win. — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
I never desire to know anything of the detail of political measures, lest even those which I think best should lose anything of their… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
Place, time, life, death, earth, heaven are divisions and distinctions we make, like the imaginary lines we trace upon the surface of the globe. — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
Yet thousands of slaves throughout the southern states are thus handed over by the masters who own them to masters who do not; and… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
A good many causes tend to make good masters and mistresses quite as rare as good servants… The large and rapid fortunes by which vulgar and ignorant people become possessed of splendid houses, splendidly furnished, do not, of course, give them the feelings and manners of gentle folks, or in any way really raise them above the servants they employ,… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share
What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? How shall I charm the… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
Politics of all sorts, I confess, are far beyond my limited powers of comprehension. Those of this country as far as I have been… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
The death I should prefer would be to break my neck off the back of a good horse at a full gallop on a… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
I said I thought female labour of the sort exacted from these slaves, and corporal chastisement such as they endure, must be abhorrent to… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
The white man's blood and bones have begotten this bronze race, and bequeathed to it in some degree qualities, tendencies, capabilities, such as are… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
The most intense curiosity and excitement prevailed, and though the weather was uncertain, enormous masses of densely packed people lined the road, shouting and… — Fanny Kemble Copy Share Image
