Little Lucy Landman (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
Oh, the day has set me dreaming In a strange, half solemn way Of the feelings I experienced On another long past day,-- Of ...
Oh, the day has set me dreaming In a strange, half solemn way Of the feelings I experienced On another long past day,-- Of ...
1 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,2 Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;3 My ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
.Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Svend Vonved sits in his lonely bower;He strikes his harp with a hand of power;His harp return'd a responsive din;Then ...
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.—Gray's ElegyThe mist lies on Glen Aymer hill, ...
O perfect Light, which shaid away The darkness from the light,And set a ruler o'er the day, Another o'er the ...
In the field the farm-folk call, One and ...
One of us in the compartment staresOut of his window the whole day longWith attentive mein, as if he knows,There ...
A lile wind kindly blaws to-day;They're takin' Dick, fra' ower t' way,To Dallow. Dick 'ud be reet fainTo rest theer, ...
Thoo doesn't think I luve theeTho' I write thee every dayWi' all t' larnin' 'at I have!I'll finnd anuther way:I'll ...
Mother-in-law:IF I had knownAfore you wur wedT' sort that you wurI wud have saidLiefer nor wed youI'd see my son ...
I stand alone on the hillside, The scent of heather about;I am so free of the city That I leap ...
IT'S hard to see all bonnie thingsAlone 'at once we shared;Yon buddin' thorn, yon flutteringsOf blue-tits newly paired;Yon lapwing callin' ...
When throstles sing in ivery copse,An' blackies* vie wi' them,Roundy green are sycamore tops,An' meadows flower-trim,Then my luve goes a-laikin',a-laikin', ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The Guest is gold and crimson -- An Opal guest and gray -- Of Ermine is his doublet -- His ...
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's ...
A cursing rogue with a merry face, A bundle of rags upon a crutch, Stumbled upon that windy place Called ...
I Living in a land Where only the dying correspond I am borne on the wings of love II I ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
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