To Horace Bumstead (James Weldon Johnson Poems)
Have you been sore discouraged in the fight, And even sometimes weighted by the thought That those with whom and those for ...
Have you been sore discouraged in the fight, And even sometimes weighted by the thought That those with whom and those for ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
IMy closest and dearest!From the first day I saw youFrom the top of the market-house,My eyes gave heed to you,My ...
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house,Open flung to us, ...
O swift forerunners, rosy with the race!Spirits of dawn, divinely manifestBehind your blushing banners in the sky,Daring invaders of Night's ...
As first I remember him: A red man, and tall, Great Toll, the blacksmith, filled my childish eye.At its first ...
Mrs Munn, the midwife - Mother Munn they called her --Wallowed in the world's woes; sickness ne'er appalled her. She ...
Go! cotton lords and corn lords, go! Go! Ye live on loom and acre,But let be seen-some law between ...
Once as I slumbered, with my heart awake-- Love's lonely sentinel--my lady stood, Fair in the glory of her womanhood, ...
Heavy and dark, with gusts of spiteful snow, The moody moments of today lagged by; And when the boding evening ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
"Carry your suitcase, Sir?" he said. I turned away to hide a grin, For he was shorter by a head ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
With failing feet and shoulders bowed Beneath the weight of happier days, He lagged among the heedless crowd, Or crept ...
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
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