1 I have frequently found myself in tears while hearing them.
2 My puffed-out eye and blood-covered face moved her to tears.
3 There was no sorrow or suffering for which she had not a tear.
4 No words, no tears, no prayers, from his gory victim, seemed to move his iron heart from its bloody purpose.
5 This, with the wear and tear of clothing and calking tools, made my regular expenses about six dollars per week.
6 The songs of the slave represent the sorrows of his heart; and he is relieved by them, only as an aching heart is relieved by its tears.
7 I have often, in the deep stillness of a summer's Sabbath, stood all alone upon the lofty banks of that noble bay, and traced, with saddened heart and tearful eye, the countless number of sails moving off to the mighty ocean.
8 I stopped my oxen to open the woods gate; and just as I did so, before I could get hold of my ox-rope, the oxen again started, rushed through the gate, catching it between the wheel and the body of the cart, tearing it to pieces, and coming within a few inches of crushing me against the gate-post.
9 After lying there about three quarters of an hour, I nerved myself up again, and started on my way, through bogs and briers, barefooted and bareheaded, tearing my feet sometimes at nearly every step; and after a journey of about seven miles, occupying some five hours to perform it, I arrived at master's store.