The Poet And The Baby (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell,-- How's he going to weave the dim, poetic spell,-- When a-toddling on ...
How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell,-- How's he going to weave the dim, poetic spell,-- When a-toddling on ...
Ther' ain't no use in all this strife,An' hurryin', pell-mell, right thro' life.I don't believe in goin' too fastTo see ...
THEN He loved her, and through many years, Had paid his fair devoted court, Until she wearied, and with sneers Turned all his ardent ...
DINAH stan' befo' de glass,Lookin' moughty neat,An' huh purty shadder sassAt huh haid an' feet.While she sasshay 'roun' an' bow,Smilin' ...
She gave a rose, And I kissed it and pressed it. I love her, she knows, And my action confessed it. She gave me ...
I'VE always been a faithful manAn' tried to live for duty,But the stringent mode of lifeHas somewhat lost its beauty.The ...
NOT o'er thy dust let there be spentThe gush of maudlin sentiment;Such drift as that is not for thee,Whose life ...
Oh to have you in May, To talk with you under the trees, Dreaming throughout the day, Drinking the wine-like breeze, Oh it were ...
WHY fades a dream?An iridescent rayFlecked in between the trystOf night and day.Why fades a dream? -Of consciousness the shadeWrought ...
I KNOW a manWith face of tan,But who is ever kind;Whom girls and boysLeave games and toysEach eventide to find.When ...
Bring me the livery of no other man. I am my own to robe me at my pleasure. Accepted rules to me ...
AN angel, robed in spotless white,Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.Men saw ...
When a woman looks up at you with a twist about her eyes, And her brows are half uplifted in ...
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
I like to hear of wealth and gold, And El Doradoes in their glory; I like for silks and satins ...
G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-- Put dat music book away; What's de use to keep on tryin'? Ef ...
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave ...
WHO dat knockin' at de do'? Why, Ike Johnson, -- yes, fu' sho! Come in, Ike. I's mighty glad You ...
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