The Desponding Negro (John Collins Poems)
On Afric's wide Plains, where the Lion now roaring,With Freedom stalks forth, the vast Desert exploring,I was dragg'd from my ...
On Afric's wide Plains, where the Lion now roaring,With Freedom stalks forth, the vast Desert exploring,I was dragg'd from my ...
(In a Style Skeltonical)Listen now this timeShortly to my rhymeThat herewith startsAbout certain kind heartsIn those stricken partsThat lie behind ...
Yearly thrilled the plum treeWith the mother-mood;Every June the rose stockBore her wonder-child:Every year the wheatlandsReared a golden brood:World of ...
Saturday morning in late March.I was alone and took a long walk,though I also carried a bookof the Alone, which ...
"Wasn't it a funny dream!--perfectly bewild'rin'!-- Last night, and night before, and night before that, Seemed like I saw the march o' ...
When February's chilling winds Swept through the forest glen,And nothing, save the smoking hut, Marked the abodes of men,I through my lattice ...
DAWNAs though a gipsy maiden with dim look, Sat crooning by the roadside of the year, So, Autumn, in thy strangeness, thou ...
The coup d'etat is blotted out With fresher blood, with blacker crime,-As midnight horrors put to rout The vaguer ghosts of twilight-time."Greeting ...
The afternoon had a flu-like quality, gray and threatening to burst into tears at any moment, but I held it ...
SEE the rock-born stream!Like the gleamOf a star so brightKindly spiritsHigh above the cloudsNourished him while youthfulIn the copse between ...
Over the river, and through the wood,To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way, To carry the sleigh,Through the white ...
Longing for DeathInto the bosom of the earth,Out of the Light's dominion,Death's pains are but a bursting forth,Sign of glad ...
In the morning of life, when all things appear bright,And far in the distance the shadows of night,With kind parents ...
A few years back and they told me Blackmeans a hole where other folksgot brain/it was like the cells in ...
The sleds of the childrenMove down the right slope.To the left, hazed in the tumbling air,A thousand lights smudgeWithin the ...
THE moon, a circle of gold,O'er the crowded housetops rolled,And peeped in an attic, where,'Mid sordid things and bare,A sick ...
By this part of the century few are left who believein the animals for they are not there in the ...
I play'd with you 'mid cowslips blowing,When I was six and you were four;When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,Were pleasures soon ...
HOPE, blest, and dearest gift of heaven,Thy smile can all our griefs assuage;To man by kind indulgence given,To cheer his ...
Lift me down to the creek bank, Jack,It must be fresher outside;The long hot day is well nigh done;It's a ...
Leafless are the trees; their purple branchesSpread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral, Rising silentIn the Red Sea of the winter ...
WE are the sons of valiant men, Armenians great and free;Our grandsires were descended from a hero-ancestry ;Our fathers brave ...
O Lord, the hope of Israel, all they that forsakeThee shall be ashamed ; and they that depart fromThee, shall be ...
"I do well to be angry, even unto death."—Jonah iv. 9."I do well to be angry, even unto death,"To denounce, ...
By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks, And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering, Feebly glimmering on gutters choked with filth, and dogs Scratching their mangy ...
Died at Hartford, December 30th, 1861.Sorrow and Joy collude. One mansion hearsThe children shouting o'er their Christmas Tree,While in the ...
Upon the grass no longer hangs the dew;Forth hies the mower with his glittering scythe,In snowy shirt bedight, and all ...
The Old Jewish Cemeteryis one great bouquet of grey stoneon which time has trodden.I was drifting among the graves,thinking of ...
Two children sat in the twilight,Murmuring soft and low;Said one, "I'll be a sailor-lad,With my boat ahoy! yo ho!For sailors ...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son,For the wrong we have taken part in and ...
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