Paul Laurence Dunbar

The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar


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lak folks is mighty curus 139

       Seen my lady home las' night 49

       Seen you down at chu'ch las' night 60

       Shadder in de valley 226

       She gave a rose 103

       She sang, and I listened the whole song thro' 121

       She told the story, and the whole world wept 119

       She told her beads with downcast eyes 106

       She wrapped her soul in a lace of lies 240

       Silence, and whirling worlds afar 263

       Silently without my window 54

       Since I left the city's heat 263

       Slow de night's a-fallin' 186

       Slow moves the pageant of a climbing race 211

       So we, who 'we supped the selfsame cup 40

       Some folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah 201

       Standin' at de winder 253

       Step me now a bridal measure 248

       Step wid de banjo an' glide wid de fiddle 269

       Storm and strife and stress 227

       Summah night an' sighin' breeze 132

       Summah's nice, wif sun a-shinin' 132

       Summer is de lovin' time 262

       Sunshine on de medders 168

       Sweetest of the flowers a-blooming 237

       Swing yo' lady roun' an' roun' 200

       Tek a cool night, good an' cleah 150

       Tell your love where the roses blow 238

       Temples he built, and palaces of air 100

       The air is dark, the sky is gray 65

       The change has come, and Helen sleeps 58

       The cloud looked in at the window 72

       The draft of love was cool and sweet 252

       The gray dawn on the mountain top 248

       The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky 93

       The lake's dark breast 8

       The lark is silent in his nest 61

       The little bird sits in the nest and sings 67

       The Midnight wooed the Morning-Star 99

       The mist has left the greening plain 252

       The moon begins her stately ride 276

       The moon has left the sky, love 46

       The night is dewy as a maiden's mouth 64

       The November sun invites me 282

       The poor man went to the rich man's doors 106

       The rain streams down like harpstrings from the sky 270

       The river sleeps beneath the sky 9

       The sand-man he's a jolly old fellow 235

       The sky of brightest gray seems dark 59

       The smell of the sea in my nostrils 91

       The snow lies deep upon the ground 105

       The sun has slipped his tether 100

       The sun hath shed its kindly light 281

       The sun is low 285

       The trees bend down along the stream 249

       The wind is out in its rage to-night 244

       The wind told the little leaves to hurry 258

       The word is writ that he who runs may read 209

       The world is a snob, and the man who wins 118

       The young queen Nature, ever sweet and fair 52

       Ther' ain't no use in all this strife 49

       There are no beaten paths to Glory's height 21

       There is a heaven, for ever, day by day 106

       There's a fabulous story 246

       There's a memory keeps a-runnin' 10

       These are the days of elfs and fays 251

       They please me not—these solemn songs 125

       This is the debt I pay 213

       This is to-day, a golden summer's day 223

       This poem must be done to-day 122

       Thou arrant robber, Death! 284

       "Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart 5

       Thou art my lute, by thee I sing 109

       Thou art the soul of a summer's day 271

       Though the winds be dank 71

       Thy tones are silver melted into sound 116

       Tim Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill 261

       'Tis an old deserted homestead 283

       'Tis better to set here beside the sea 186

       'Tis fine to play 235

       To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath 97

       Treat me nice, Miss Mandy Jane 167

       'Twas the apple that in Eden 251

       'Twas three an' thirty year ago 27

       'Twixt a smile and a tear 241

       Two little boots all rough an' wo' 163

       Uncle John, he makes me tired 73

       Underneath the autumn sky 256

       Villain shows his indiscretion 42

       Want to trade me, do you, mistah? Oh, well, now, I reckon not 189

       We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs 13

       We wear the mask that grins and lies 71

       W'en daih's chillun in de house 199

       W'en de clouds is hangin' heavy in de sky 176

       W'en