A Spring Wooing (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
Come on walkin' wid me, Lucy; 't ain't no time to mope erroun' Wen de sunshine 's shoutin' glory in de ...
Come on walkin' wid me, Lucy; 't ain't no time to mope erroun' Wen de sunshine 's shoutin' glory in de ...
Dey been speakin' at de cou't-house, An' laws-a-massy me, 'T was de beatness kin' o' doin's Dat evah I did see. Of cose I ...
"Wisha, where is he goin' to now With the hat on the back of the poll.And the hair of him curled ...
DIS is gospel weathah sho' -Hills is sawt o' hazy.Meddahs level ez a flo'Callin' to de lazy.Sky all white wif ...
Folks is talkin' 'bout de money, 'bout de silvah an' de gold; All de time de season 's changin' an' de ...
D'VAS near de state of Nashfille, In de town of Tennessee, Der Breitmann vonce vas quarderd Mit all his cavallrie. ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the ...
See, I'm writin' to Mick as a bloke to a bloke - To a cobber o' mine at the front ...
YANKEE packet's down the water --Blow, my bully boys, blow;Third mate loved the skipper's daughter -- Blow, my bully boys, ...
To MR. E. H. SHARP. Blue bird an' de killdee Am er flittin' by! Spring time chillun! An' de fishin' ...
Tho' it sounds a trifle mystic, Somewhat vague and cabbalistic,When you come to analyse the ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out, with me rifle on me knees, An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up ...
When de banjo am er plinkin' An' de fiddle am er squeakin' An' de ditties comes sweet, An' de ditties ...
There must be great rejoicin' on the Golden Shore to-day, An' the big an' little angels must be ...
I've been dreamin',Of a randy, dandy clipper with her tops'ls set,Pitchin' heavy down the westin' with the leeches wet.Bill Newland, ...
Draw back my curtains, Mary, An' oppen t' windey wide;Ay, ay, I know I'm deein', While to-morn I'll ...
Right as ninepence, thank ye kindly,There are umpty worse than me,I'd be fit to fight tomorrerIf my bloomin' eyes could ...
Johnnie Parrot, Johnnie Parrot, I'll not hear againThat old voice of yours a-ringin' down the windy rain,When the ocean morning's ...
OH, you laughing little fellow, with your eyes agleam with fun, And your golden curls a-mockin' all the splendor of ...
1.Oh, sweet de wa'blin' ob de mockin' bu'd,A singin' to de moon his song ob love,Oh, sweet de voice ob ...
"Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither's postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick," says Private McPhee. "And whit ...
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