Ione (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
I.AH, yes, 't is sweet still to remember,Though 't were less painful to forget;For while my heart glows like an ...
I.AH, yes, 't is sweet still to remember,Though 't were less painful to forget;For while my heart glows like an ...
A LOVER whom duty called over the wave,With himself communed: "Will my love be trueIf left to herself? Had I ...
THERE's a memory keeps a-runnin'Through my weary head to-night,An' I see a picture dancin'In the fire-flames' ruddy-light;'Tis the picture of ...
"In the fight at Brandywine, Black Samson, a giant negro armed with a scythe, sweeps his way through the red ranks...." ...
DONE are the toils and the wearisome marches, Done is the summons of bugle and drum.Softly and sweetly the sky overarches, Shelt'ring ...
I STOOD by the shore at the death of day,As the sun sank flaming red;And the face of the waters ...
In the silence of my heart, I will spend an hour with thee, When my love shall rend apart All the veil of ...
Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother, Say a mass for my soul's repose, I need it, Lovingly lived we, ...
In this sombre garden close What has come and passed, who knows? What red passion, what white pain Haunted this dim walk in ...
HOME agin, an' home to stay -Yes, it's nice to be away.Plenty things to do an' see,But the old place ...
ON the wide veranda white,In the purple failing light,Sits the master while the sun is lowly burning;And his dreamy thoughts ...
One night in my room, still and beamless, With will and with thought in eclipse, I rested in sleep that was dreamless; When ...
OH, I am hurt to death, my Love;The shafts of Fate have pierced my striving heart,And I am sick and ...
Come, drink a stirrup cup with me, Before we close our rouse. You 're all aglow with wine, I know: The master of ...
SWEETEST of the flowers a-bloomingIn the fragrant vernal daysIs the Lily of the ValleyWith its soft, retiring ways.Well, you chose ...
If Death should claim me for her own to-day, And softly I should falter from your side, Oh, tell me, loved one, ...
Thou arrant robber, Death! Couldst thou not find Some lesser one than he To rob of breath,-- Some poorer mind Thy prey to be? His mind ...
I stand above the city's rush and din, And gaze far down with calm and undimmed eyes, To where the misty smoke ...
I have no fancy for that ancient cantThat makes us masters of our destinies,And not our lives, to hold or ...
Belated wanderer of the ways of spring, Lost in the chill of grim November rain, Would I could read the message that ...
ON THE RECEIPT OF A FAMILIAR POEM To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath From some far forest which I once ...
The sun is low, The waters flow, My boat is dancing to and fro. The eve is still, Yet from the hill The killdeer echoes ...
Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May, When blossoms and bird-song are rife; Oh, joy for the season, and ...
The smell of the sea in my nostrils, The sound of the sea in mine ears; The touch of the spray on ...
A little dreaming by the way, A little toiling day by day; A little pain, a little strife, A little joy,--and that is ...
A KNOCK is at her door, but she is weak;Strange dews have washed the paint streaks from her cheek;She does ...
As in some dim baronial hall restrained, A prisoner sits, engirt by secret doors And waving tapestries that argue forth Strange passages into ...
OH, who is the Lord of the land of life,When hotly goes the fray?When, fierce we smile in the midst ...
When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes The light dies out; my soul replies With misery of deep-drawn breath, E'en as it were ...
THE river sleeps beneath the sky,And clasps the shadows to its breast;The crescent moon shines dim on high;And in the ...
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