Her Thoughts And His (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky, A glimpse of the moon like a half-closed eye. The gleam ...
The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky, A glimpse of the moon like a half-closed eye. The gleam ...
To cure wounds is so rigid:They drank the air and poisoned bread.Young Joseph who was sold to EgyptCould not be ...
I cannot see the mountains for the fences,Although the hills aspire unto the sky,And this near length of wooden palings ...
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloudAnd the cold clear dark of starlight fell,He heard in his blood the ...
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globeDarkness had spread her pitchy robe:Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,Treading as if ...
IBreathers of wisdom won without a quest,Quaint uncouth dreamers, voices high and strange,Flutists of land where beauty hath no change,And ...
WHAT stands upon the Highland? What walks across the rise,As tho' a starry island Were sinking down the ...
On yonder hills soft twilight dwells And Hesper burns where sunset dies, Moist and chill the woodland smells From the ...
We are a people living in shells and moving Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious; Watching the world from a corner ...
Soft breezes blow and swiftly showThrough fragrant orange branches parted,A maiden fair, with sun-flecked hair,Caressed by arrows, golden darted.The vine-clad ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
We are a people living in shells and moving Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious; Watching the world from a corner ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
And must the Senator from Illinois Be this squat thing, with blinking, half-closed eyes? This brazen gutter idol, reared to ...
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