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The Dying Negro: A Poetical Epistle was a 1773 abolitionist poem published in England, by John Bicknell and Thomas Day. It has been called "the first significant piece of verse propaganda directed explicitly against the English slave systems". [1] It was quoted in The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano of 1789. [2]
BMI vs. Body Fat Percentage. BMI and body fat percentage are both ways of determining whether a person has a healthy weight or not. A high BMI can indicate a high body fat percentage, but it’s ...
"Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802" is a Petrarchan sonnet by William Wordsworth describing London and the River Thames, viewed from Westminster Bridge in the early morning. It was first published in the collection Poems, in Two Volumes in 1807.
Canadian singer the Weeknd references this prayer in his song "Big Sleep" from his 2025 album Hurry Up Tomorrow, where featured artist Giorgio Moroder recites the lines "Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep, angels watch me through the night, wake me up with light" in the second verse.
People who exercised in the morning had lower BMIs. New research suggests that it might be between 7 a.m. and 9 a.m. Morning workouts may be better for weight loss, study finds
They came one night Booted the whole house awake And dragged Danladi out, Then off to a lengthy absence. What business of mine is it So long they don’t take the yam From my savouring mouth? Chinwe went to work one day Only to find her job was gone: No query, no warning, no probe – Just one neat sack for a stainless record. What business of ...
"Richard Cory" is a narrative poem written by Edwin Arlington Robinson. It was first published in 1897, as part of The Children of the Night, having been completed in July of that year; and it remains one of Robinson's most popular and anthologized poems. [2]
"The Exiles Return, or Morning on the Irish coast" [7] D'anam chun De! but there it is— The dawn on the hills of Ireland ! God's angels lifting the night's black veil From the fair, sweet face of my sireland ! O, Ireland! isn't grand you look— Like a bride in her rich adornin ! With all the pent-up love of my heart I bid you the top of the ...