War Department Education Manual, 131. izdaja ,1. del |
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... feet of slaves . Jazz itself became glorified ; the intelligentsia claimed it as their own ! In sociology the Negro , through men like W. E. Burghardt DuBois , Benjamin Brawley , Walter White , turned to be his own analyst . In poetry ...
... feet of slaves . Jazz itself became glorified ; the intelligentsia claimed it as their own ! In sociology the Negro , through men like W. E. Burghardt DuBois , Benjamin Brawley , Walter White , turned to be his own analyst . In poetry ...
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... feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders , On a bank lounged the trapper , he was drest mostly in skins , his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck , he held his bride by the hand , She had long eyelashes , her ...
... feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders , On a bank lounged the trapper , he was drest mostly in skins , his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck , he held his bride by the hand , She had long eyelashes , her ...
Stran 57
... feet of water reported , The master - at - arms loosing the prisoners confined in the afterhold to give them a chance for themselves . The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels , They see so many strange faces ...
... feet of water reported , The master - at - arms loosing the prisoners confined in the afterhold to give them a chance for themselves . The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels , They see so many strange faces ...
Stran 65
... feet have tried it well - be not detain'd ! Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten , and the book on the shelf unopen'd ! Let the tools remain in the workshop ! let the money remain unearn'd ! Let the school stand ! mind not the cry ...
... feet have tried it well - be not detain'd ! Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten , and the book on the shelf unopen'd ! Let the tools remain in the workshop ! let the money remain unearn'd ! Let the school stand ! mind not the cry ...
Stran 68
... feet , a child , the wind wafting my hair , Listen'd long and long . Listen'd to keep , to sing , now translating the notes , Following you my brother . Soothe ! soothe ! soothe ! Close on its wave soothes the wave behind , And again ...
... feet , a child , the wind wafting my hair , Listen'd long and long . Listen'd to keep , to sing , now translating the notes , Following you my brother . Soothe ! soothe ! soothe ! Close on its wave soothes the wave behind , And again ...
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Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
War Department Education Manual, 980. izdaja United States Armed Forces Institute Celotni ogled - 1945 |
War Department Education Manual, 561. izdaja United States Armed Forces Institute Celotni ogled - 1945 |
War Department Education Manual, 574. izdaja United States Armed Forces Institute Celotni ogled - 1955 |
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
American beauty bird blue born Bret Harte brother Chicago Poems clouds color dark dead death dream E. E. Cummings earth Elinor Wylie Emily Dickinson England eyes face father feel feet fingers flower free verse Frost grave gray hand hear heard heart heaven hills Horace Gregory Hovey Imagists John Gould Fletcher knew later laugh Leaves of Grass Léonie Adams light lilac living look Masters Miss moon mother Negro never night pass poems poet poetic poetry rhyme Robinson Sandburg seems shining shore silence singing sleep smile song sonnets soul spirit Spoon River Anthology spring stars strong sweet tell thee things thou thought trees turned verse Vincent Millay voice volume wait walk wall West-Running Brook Whitman wild wind women woods word wrote young
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Stran 91 - Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun.
Stran 423 - Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? . . . I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
Stran 111 - Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world.
Stran 63 - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
Stran 61 - Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass...
Stran 422 - There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate...
Stran 71 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Stran 75 - Prais'd be the fathomless universe, For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious, And for love, sweet love — but praise! praise! praise! For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death. Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.
Stran 218 - Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
Stran 73 - Pictures of growing spring and farms and homes, With the Fourth-month eve at sundown, and the gray smoke lucid and bright, With floods of the yellow gold of the gorgeous, indolent, sinking sun, burning, expanding the air...