The Party (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
DEY had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night;Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in my ...
DEY had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night;Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in my ...
MELIBOEUSYou, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopyReclining, on the slender oat rehearseYour silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,And home's familiar ...
MELIBOEUS, TITYRUSMeliboeus.You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopyReclining, on the slender oat rehearseYour silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,And home's ...
WHO has not seen the chearful Harvest HomeEnliv'ning the scorch'd field, and greeting gayThe slow decline of Autumn ? All ...
Dey was talkin' in de cabin, dey was talkin' in de hall;But I listened kin' o' keerless, not a-t'inkin' 'bout ...
OH, dere's lots o' keer an' troubleIn dis world to swaller down;An' ol' Sorrer's purty livelyIn her way o' gittin' ...
Earth travails,Like a woman come to her time.The swaying corn-haulmsIn the heavy places of the fieldCry to be gathered.Apples redden, ...
"'Scurious-like," said the tree-toad, "I've twittered far rain all day; And I got up soon, And I hollered till noon-- But the sun, hit ...
Slow de night 's a-fallin', An' I hyeah de callin, Out erpon de lonesome hill; Soun' is moughty dreary, Solemn-lak an' skeery, Sayin' fu' to ...
Seems lak to me de stars don't shine so bright,Seems lak to me de sun done loss his light,Seems lak ...
I am no shepherd of a child's surmises.I have seen fear where the coiled serpent rises,Thirst where the grasses burn ...
I. Eagle-heart, child-heart, bonnie lad o' dreams, Far away thy soul hears passion-throated Art Singing ...
This bread I break was once the oat,This wine upon a foreign treePlunged in its fruit;Man in the day or ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Tell you what I like the best -- 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
GOLD of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon, Canada thistle blue and flimmering larkspur blue, Tomatoes shining ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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