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15 de mai. de 2024 · Vashti. I sometimes take you in my dreams to a far-off land I used to know, Back in the ages long ago; a land of palms and languid streams. A land, by night, of jeweled skies, by day, of shores that glistened bright, Within whose arms, outstretched and white, a sapphire sea lay crescent-wise. Where twilight fell like silver floss, where rose ...
28 de mai. de 2024 · Sence you went away. Seems lak to me de sky ain't half so blue, Seems lak to me dat ev'ything wants you, Seems lak to me I don't know what to do, Sence you went away. Seems lak to me dat ev'ything is wrong, Seems lak to me de day's jes twice as long, Seems lak to me de bird 's forgot his song, Sence you went away.
14 de mai. de 2024 · Don't miss the opportunity to win cash and scholarships and to show off those skills in the Friends of Brentwood Library's third annual James Weldon Johnson Young Writer's Festival! To participate in the festival and for a chance at a prize or scholarship, youth in grades 3-12 are asked to submit a poem or dramatic monologue by May 28, 2024 .
Há 5 dias · According to James Weldon Johnson, jazz reached New York in 1905 at Proctor's Twenty-Third Street Theater. Johnson described the band there as "a playing-singing-dancing orchestra, making dominant use of banjos, mandolins, guitars, saxophones, and drums in combination, and [it] was called the Memphis Students—a very good name, overlooking the fact that the performers were not students and ...
15 de mai. de 2024 · James Weldon Johnson 3276 Norman E. Thagard Blvd. Jacksonville, FL 32254. 904-693-7600. Site Map Web Accessibility. Scroll To Top. Scroll To Top. Home ...
22 de mai. de 2024 · The Ghost Of Deacon Brown. Down deep in the ground a box of gold. Till he grew faint and sick, and died. Would wander through the town. 'Twas the ghost of Deacon Brown. Hee, hee!-it would laugh in ghostly glee. Bore a notice, “Tenants wanted.”. But the ghost is digging yet.
16 de mai. de 2024 · The glory of the day was in her face, The beauty of the night was in her eyes. And over all her loveliness, the grace. Of Morning blushing in the early skies. And in her voice, the calling of the dove; Like music of a sweet, melodious part. And in her smile, the breaking light of love; And all the gentle virtues in her heart.
