Paul Laurence Dunbar (James David Corrothers Poems)
He came, a youth, singing in the dawn Of a new freedom, glowing o'er his lyre, Refining, as with great Apollo's fire, His ...
He came, a youth, singing in the dawn Of a new freedom, glowing o'er his lyre, Refining, as with great Apollo's fire, His ...
Ever and ever anon, After the black storm, the eternal, beauteous bow!Brother, to rosy-painted mists that arch beyond, Blithely I go.My brows ...
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