A Roadway (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
Let those who will stride on their barren roads And prick themselves to haste with self-made goads, Unheeding, as they struggle day ...
Let those who will stride on their barren roads And prick themselves to haste with self-made goads, Unheeding, as they struggle day ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE.ARGUMENT. Spes alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus haeret; Rivales JESUS non in Amore sinit. Quid mihi non ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old,Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them ...
I.Hark, the rain is on my roof!Every murmur, through the dark,Stings me with a dull reproofLike a half-extinguished spark.Me! ah ...
STROPHE IV Though Zeus plan all things right, Yet is his heart's desire full hard to trace; ...
When Nature wants to drill a manAnd thrill a man,And skill a man,When Nature wants to mould a manTo play ...
I'm hungry, naked, homeless, through,Because of loads I had to carry;You've spat on me, and hit me - marry,A dog ...
I DREDGE my soul for buried memories.The pomp of perished ages, once divine,Breaks dawn-like over realms that gleam and shineMysterious ...
We teach our sons salvation liesIn hardy toil and honesty,Then close their gate to ParadiseBy barring them from industry;We know ...
Roses all the rosy way!Roses to the rosier westWhere the roses of the dayCling to night's unrosy breast!Thou who mak'st ...
This salt-stain spot marks the place where men lay down their heads, back to the bench, and hoist nothing that ...
If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile, and half a spurn, ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
I know how father's strap would feel, If ever I were caught, So mother's jam I did not steal, Though ...
I HOLD that when a person dies His soul returns again to earth; Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise Another mother ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
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