Paul Laurence Dunbar

The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar


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       Ef dey's anyt'ing dat riles me 141

       Ef you's only got de powah fe' to blow a little whistle 250

       Eight of 'em hyeah all tol' an' yet 243

       Emblem of blasted hope and lost desire 115

       Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes 3

       Folks ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits 5

       Folks is talkin' 'bout de money, 'bout de silvah an' de gold 135

       Four hundred years ago a tangled waste 47

       Fu' de peace o' my eachin' heels, set down 222

       God has his plans, and what if we 81

       "Good-bye," I said to my conscience 31

       Goo'-by, Jinks, I got to hump 64

       Good hunting!—aye, good hunting 237

       Good-night, my love, for I have dreamed of thee 93

       Granny's gone a-visitin' 242

       Grass commence a-comin' 176

       Gray are the pages of record 205

       Gray is the palace where she dwells 180

       G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy 82

       Hain't you see my Mandy Lou 173

       He had his dream, and all through life 61

       He loved her, and through many years 129

       He sang of life serenely sweet 191

       He scribbles some in prose and verse 49

       Heart of my heart, the day is chill 207

       Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now 216

       Heel and toe, heel and toe 170

       Hello, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray 80

       Hit's been drizzlin' an' been sprinklin' 180

       Home agin, an' home to stay 259

       How shall I woo thee to win thee, mine own? 289

       How sweet the music sounded 284

       How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell 114

       Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound 184

       Hyeah come Cæsar Higgins 145

       Hyeah dat singin' in de medders 208

       "I am but clay," the sinner plead 114

       I am no priest of crooks nor creeds 38

       I am the mother of sorrows 89

       I be'n down in ole Kentucky 42

       I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night 212

       I did not know that life could be so sweet 252

       I done got 'uligion, honey, an' I's happy ez a king 146

       I don't believe in 'ristercrats 140

       I grew a rose once more to please mine eyes 13

       I grew a rose within a garden fair 12

       I had not known before 240

       I has hyeahd o' people dancin' an' I's hyeahd o' people singin' 156

       I have no fancy for that ancient cant 94

       I have seen full many a sight 188

       I held my heart so far from harm 255

       I found you and I lost you 251

       I know a man 235

       I know my love is true 58

       I know what the caged bird feels, alas! 102

       I never shall furgit that night when father hitched up Dobbin 42

       I sit upon the old sea wall 115

       I stand above the city's rush and din 275

       I stood by the shore at the death of day 69

       I think that though the clouds be dark 53

       I was not; now I am—a few days hence 17

       If Death should claim me for her own to-day 210

       If life were but a dream, my Love 75

       If the muse were mine to tempt it 50

       If thro' the sea of night which here surrounds me 256

       If 'twere fair to suppose 258

       If you could sit with me beside the sea to-day 21

       In a small and lonely cabin out of noisy traffic's way 124

       In de dead of night I sometimes 260

       In Life's Red Sea with faith I plant my feet 110

       In the east the morning comes 199

       In the heavy earth the miner 107

       In the forenoon's restful quiet 95

       In the silence of my heart 110

       In this sombre garden close 209

       In the tents of Akbar 223

       In this old garden, fair, I walk to-day 111

       I's a-gittin' weary of de way dat people do 244

       I's boun' to see my gal to-night 142

       I's feelin' kin' o' lonesome in my little room to-night 202

       It is as if a silver chord 216

       It may be misery not to sing at all 225

       It was Chrismus Eve, I mind hit fu' a mighty gloomy day 137

       It's all a farce—these tales they tell 56

       It's hot to-day. The bees is buzzin' 279

       It's moughty tiahsome layin' 'roun' 195

       I've a humble little motto 46

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