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Pagina 178 - Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom, Hard as they were able, Boom, boom, BOOM, With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom, Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision I could not turn from their revel in derision. THEN i SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK, CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Pagina 178 - CONGO A Study of the Negro Race I — THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, Pounded on the table, Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom, Hard as they were able, Boom, boom, BOOM, With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom, Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision.
Pagina 248 - ... gods awarded her That in pleasure she receives more than she can give; If she does not count this blessed Let her change her religion.
Pagina 248 - SHOP GIRL FOR a moment she rested against me Like a swallow half blown to the wall, And they talk of Swinburne's women, And the shepherdess meeting with Guido. And the harlots of Baudelaire. TO FORMIANUS...
Pagina 248 - Shop Girl For a moment she rested against me Like a swallow half blown to the wall, And they talk of Swinburne's women, And the shepherdess meeting with Guido. And the harlots of Baudelaire. To Formianus' Young Lady Friend After Valerius Catullus All Hail!
Pagina 221 - I've seen people put A chrysalis in a match-box, "To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come." But when it broke its shell It slipped and stumbled and fell about its prison And tried to climb to the light For space to dry its wings. That's how I was. Somebody found my chrysalis And shut it in a match-box. My shrivelled wings were beaten, Shed their colours in dusty scales Before the box was opened For the moth to fly.
Pagina 351 - Ta madžarska, vlaška, slavenska bol jedna te ista bol je! Naše sramote i porazi su hiljadugodišnji jadi, o, zašto se ne grlimo na gorućoj barikadi?« Ta lirska politika Andrije Advja temperamentna je politika malog provincijalnog plemića razbijača, koji pijan urla »vivat...
Pagina 154 - Va toi vrime priđe Isak voevoda s Turci i porobi Vlahe i Hrvate; tu zimu pozeboše masline i vse smokve, pšenica pogibe, i ina žita pogiboše mali kadi sime osta, i bil o zime velik glad«.
Pagina 253 - Spectra; a Book of Poetic Experiments,
Pagina 134 - ... da ne stigne dovoljna pomoć. U gradu Busuluku, svakoga jutra se po ulicama sabiraju mrtvaci koji leže na putu. Na groblju vidio sam gomilu od 80 lešina, najviše gole dece, >sa koje su ruho svukli.

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