 | Peter Ludwig Brent - 1977 - 232 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Denys Thompson - 1978 - 252 oldal
...a sort of chorus. The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words, literally translated, were these: The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor white...mother to bring him milk; No wife to grind his corn. Let us pity the white man; No mother has he, etc. (P. 80 According to the Chadwicks the same facility... | |
 | Denys Thompson - 1978 - 172 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Kenneth Lupton - 1979 - 318 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | 1979 - 312 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Patrick Marnham - 1980 - 300 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | 1980 - 758 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Benjamin Rush - 1981 - 770 oldal
...sort of chorus. The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words, literally translated, were these. — 'The winds roared, and the rains fell. — The poor...no wife to grind his corn. Chorus . Let us pity the white man; no mother has he, &c. , &c. ' Trifling as this recital may appear to the reader, to a person... | |
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The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words, literally translated, were these:- "The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk, no wife to grind his corn. 
