To The South (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
ON ITS NEW SLAVERY Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now, Who bearest, unashamed, upon my brow The long kiss of the ...
ON ITS NEW SLAVERY Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now, Who bearest, unashamed, upon my brow The long kiss of the ...
I Love is the light of the world, my dear, Heigho, but the world is gloomy; The light has failed and the lamp ...
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,Which all the day with ceaseless care have soughtThe magic gold which ...
O Mother Race! to thee I bringThis pledge of faith unwavering, This tribute to thy glory.I know the pangs which thou ...
When summer time has come, and all The world is in the magic thrall Of perfumed airs that lull each sense To fits ...
You ask why I am sad to-day, I have no cares, no griefs, you say? Ah, yes, 't is true, I have ...
How sweet the music sounded That summer long ago, When you were by my side, love, To list its gentle flow. I saw your ...
Oh, summer has clothed the earth In a cloak from the loom of the sun! And a mantle, too, of the skies' ...
GOD has his plans, and what if weWith our sight be too blind to seeTheir full fruition; cannot he,Who made ...
Love me. I care not what the circling years To me may do. If, but in spite of time and tears, You prove ...
Come when the nights are bright with stars Or when the moon is mellow;Come when the sun his golden bars Drops on ...
Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound, And all her ways were filled with clam'rous sound. Wailed loud the South with ...
When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine And the summer days are in their bloom, Then my love is deepest, ...
If Death should claim me for her own to-day, And softly I should falter from your side, Oh, tell me, loved one, ...
Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May, When blossoms and bird-song are rife; Oh, joy for the season, and ...
THOUGH the winds be dank,And the sky be sober,And the grieving DayIn a mantle grayHath let her waiting maiden robe ...
PHYLLIS, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day,Few are my years, but my griefs are not few,Ever to youth ...
It is as if a silver chord Were suddenly grown mute, And life's song with its rhythm warred Against a silver lute. It is ...
Key and bar, key and bar, Iron bolt and chain! And what will you do when the King comes To enter his domain? Turn ...
I.BEYOND the years the answer lies,Beyond where brood the grieving skiesAnd Night drops tears.Where Faith rod-chastened smiles to riseAnd doff ...
At the golden gate of song Stood I, knocking all day long, But the Angel, calm and cold, Still refused and bade me, ...
If thro' the sea of nightwhich here summons me,I could swim out beyondthe farthest star,Break every barrier of circumstancethat bounds ...
AnchoredIF thro' the sea of night which here surrounds me,I could swim out beyond the farthest star,Break every barrier of ...
Out of my heart, one treach'rous winter's day, I locked young Love and threw the key away. Grief, wandering widely, found the ...
Wintah, summah, snow er shine, Hit's all de same to me, Ef only I kin call you mine, An' keep ...
This is the debt I pay Just for one riotous day, Years of regret and grief, Sorrow without relief. Pay ...
I am the mother of sorrows, I am the ender of grief; I am the bud and the blossom, I ...
It may be misery not to sing at all, And to go silent through the brimming day; It may be ...
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