He had his Dream (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
He had his dream, and all through life,Worked up to it through toil and strife.Afloat fore'er before his eyes,It colored ...
He had his dream, and all through life,Worked up to it through toil and strife.Afloat fore'er before his eyes,It colored ...
Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing ...
...VI.No trump tells thy virtues-the grave where they restWith thy dust shall remain unpolluted by fame,Till thy foes, by the ...
All night in slumber deep the armies lay: But, while the eastern sky with first faint beam Yet dimly reddened; ...
ORIGIN OF THE SERPENT.Ahti, living on the island,Near the Kauko-point and harbor,Plowed his fields for rye and barley,Furrowed his extensive ...
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.When the marriage was completed,When the many guests had feasted,At the wedding of the Northland,At the Dismal-land carousal,Spake ...
Low in the West, a banner floating wide Of God's own colors hangs in dreamy pride; A wealth of purple ...
KULLERWOINEN SON OF EVIL.In the ancient times a motherHatched and raised some swans and chickens,Placed the chickens in the brushwood,Placed ...
1--IIn middle age an evil thingBefell Archduchess Anne:She looked outside her wedding-ringUpon a princely man.IICount Louis was for horse and ...
Far in the east the rain-clouds sweep and harry, Down the long haggard hills, formless and low,Far in the west ...
IT was stiller, dimmer twilight - amber toornin' into gold, Like young maidens' hairs get yellow und more dark as ...
When in the Thracian dust uprooted lay, In ruin vast, the strength of Italy, And Fate had doomed Hesperia's valleys ...
TO Y---,WITH A BOWL OF BOHEMIAN GLASS. From rocky hills, where climbs the vine; Where on his ...
To-day, as when the musket-rattle O'er Belgian lowlands spoke,And 'mid the rush and roar of battle The famed ...
Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and islandShadows mingle in shadow deeper, profounder,Sing we the hymns of the ...
I. By the sword of St. Michael The old dragon through;By David his sling ...
Old Winter's joys are many; keen and bracing is his air,Tracing forms of grace and beauty on the window-pane;Yet when ...
Oh Shade obscene from out the jungled past,Fear o' the Dark made incarnate again,And manifest in torture, lust, and pain,Thou ...
Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, ...
Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and island Shadows mingle in shadow deeper, profounder, Sing we the hymns ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
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