The Tragedy of White Injustice (Marcus Mosiah Garvey Poems)
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
SCEN. 1.Clematis Solo Well, if I were but once rid of her service, If I ever serv'd love-sicke mistris againe, I would feed all ...
SCENE I. The Country.Enter ALBERT.Albert. O that the earth were empty, as when CainHad no perplexity to hide his head!Or ...
O Lord, my God! who formedst me of nought!My Saviour, who from death his servant bought!O Holy Ghost! O Trinity ...
I was born in Boston in1949. I never wantedthis fact to be known, infact I've spent the betterhalf of my ...
It came to passThat "Brother Ass"(As he his Body named,)Unto the SaintThus made complaint:"I am unjustly blamed."Whate'er I do,Like Balaam ...
Dry leaf trembling on the branches Before the blast,Poor heart quaking in the bosom For woe thou hast;Ah what matter if the ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
Muse of my Spenser, who so well could singThe passions all, their bearings and their ties;Who could in view those ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
Ye must be born again. FIRST VOICE.GOOD morrow, comrade! Whence that look elate? Where are thy sins and fears, a ...
My Son! attend th'Instructions that I give,And let them ever in thy Memory live;So shall thy Life with Length of ...
Friend, by the way you hump yourself you're from the States, I know, And born in old Mizzourah, where the ...
The garden beds I wandered by One bright and cheerful morn, When I found a new-fledged butterfly, ...
An ignominious monster and uncouth Who crouches in a Satanic attitude, The naked parody of some vital truth Concealed from ...
Thou art my God, sole object of my love;Not for the hope of endless joys above;Nor for the fear of ...
I pity him, unhappy gentleman, Whom chance or luckless fortune has conveyed Into companionship with those who trade, Who always ...
But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk! Adelaide Crapsey(Adelaide ...
O thou who from the mountain's height Roll'st down thy clouds with all their weight Of waters to old Niles ...
TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn'd in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O'er wide Creation's paths ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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