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 ...
'O happy Earth, reality of Heaven! To which those restless souls that ceaselessly Throng through the human universe, aspire! Thou consummation of all ...
That one long dirge-moan sad and deep,Low, muffled by the solemn stressOf such emotion as doth steepThe soul in brooding ...
Sweet garden, wreathed in fruits and flowers,And domed by blue Tyrolean skies,Within thy rose-encircled bowers,Secluded from all curious eyes,I find ...
Through what strange winding ways of circumstance,Through what conspiracies of time and chance,By what long chain of hands, from his ...
It stands where darkly wooded cliffsSlope swiftly to the deep,And silvery streams from ledge to ledgeIn foaming splendor leap,--A broad ...
O THE GREY, grey company Of the pallid dawn! O the ghostly faces Ashen-like and drawn! The Lord's lone sentinels ...
What sylvan god was worshipped here?What nymph once made this grove her home,And bathed within its fountain clear,When Caesar ruled ...
Ye morning-glories, ring in the gale your bells,And with dew water the walk's dust for the burden-bearing ants:Ye swinging spears ...
Who have been educated out of naive responses,The hoodoo of love, the cinderella of classKnowing that everywhere man has the ...
I.Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isleSees summer on its verdant pastures smile,Its cornfields waving in the winds that sweepThe ...
Ever he would roamToward th' eternal home;From the least life deep in oceanTo each gleam of stars in motion,Worth of ...
Till yesterdayYou were a dream, you were a tale,You were for me a fair fairy lost in the fog,Till yesterdayYou ...
I know: to the trees, but not to us,Perfection of the life is given, whole.And on the Earth - the ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
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