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Rey, H. A.
(Encyclopedia) Rey, H. A., 1898–1977, German-American writer and illustrator of children's books, b. Hamburg as Hans Augusto Reyersbach. He and his wife, Margret Rey, 1906–1996, b. Hamburg as…Richards, I. A.
(Encyclopedia) Richards, I. A. (Ivor Armstrong Richards), 1893–1979, English literary critic. Richards was one of the founders of the school of interpretation known as the New Criticism, which…David, John Baptist Mary
(Encyclopedia) David, John Baptist Mary, 1761–1841, French missionary in the United States, b. Brittany. He was educated at Nantes, joined the Sulpicians, and because of the French Revolution…Joab
(Encyclopedia) JoabJoabjōˈăb [key], in the Bible, son of David's sister Zeruiah and commander of his uncle's armies. A trusted and skillful administrator, he was often vindictive and cruel, as in his…McPhee, John Angus
(Encyclopedia) McPhee, John Angus, 1931–, American journalist and nonfiction writer, b. Princeton, N.J., A.B. Princeton, 1953. He was an editor at Time magazine (1957–64) before becoming (1965) a…essay
(Encyclopedia) essay, relatively short literary composition in prose, in which a writer discusses a topic, usually restricted in scope, or tries to persuade the reader to accept a particular point of…Black Caucus of the American Library Association Literary Awards
Black Caucus of the American Library Association Literary Awards from fiction to outstanding contribution to publishing citation. 2014 1st Novelist…Members of The House of Representatives, 115th Congress
Below is the composition of the 115th Congress' House of Representatives, following the 2016 election. In the following lists, the numeral indicates the congressional district represented; AL is…A. E. Housman: Along the fields as we came by
Along the fields as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone Was talking to itself alone. "Oh who are these that kiss and pass? A country lover and his lass; Two…A. E. Housman: As through the wild green hills of Wyre
As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train ran, changing sky and shire, And far behind, a fading crest, Low in the forsaken west Sank the high-reared head of Clee, My hand lay empty…