Advertisemen (Langston Hughes Poems)
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LXXXVI'But if our sins us of his help deprive,Of his high justice let no mercy fall;Yet should our deaths us ...
Ha! My dear! I'm back again-- Vendor of Bohemia's wares! Lordy! How it pants a man Climbing up those awful stairs! Well, I've made ...
Is it not our bounden duty Harsh and bitter thoughts to quell, Wild, ambitions schemes repel, And to revel in the beauty Of this ...
We were wearied in the battle, Tempted, and pained, and triedBy day the din and the carnage, By night the rain's fierce ...
I shall never forget you, never. Never escapeYour memory woven about the beautiful things of life.The sudden Thought of your Face ...
Men wondered why I loved you, and none guessedHow sweet your slow, divine stupidity,Your look of earth, your sense of ...
An excellent ballad of George Barnwell, an Apprentice of London, who…thrice robbed his master and murdered his vncle in Ludlow. ...
Because thou wast most delicate, A woman fair for men to see, The earth did compass thy estate, Thou didst ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,Nearer and dearer to the poet's heartThan the blue ripple belting Salamis,Or long grass waving ...
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.Look ...
The beautiful spring delights me well, When flowers and leaves are growing;And it pleases my heart to hear the swell ...
Three years ago to-dayWe raised our hands to heaven,And on the rolls of musterOur names were thirty-seven;There were just a ...
MY young lord's the loverOf earth and sky above,Of youth's sway and youth's play,Of songs and flowers and love.Yet for ...
Cry out upon the crime, and then let slipThe dogs of hate, whose hanging muzzles trackThe bloody secret; let the ...
Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee, He loves not Temperance, or Authority, But is compos'd of passion. ...
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Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had! And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies ...
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