Poems by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Dinah Kneading Dough
... Maids may vaunt their finer charms-- ...
Evening
... Beneath some friendly blade of grass ...
The Meadow Lark
... And silence than song by far seems sweeter ...
Fulfillment
... No other hand than mine shall pluck this flower, said I, ...
Robert Gould Shaw
... Should call thee, studious, from the classic groves, ...
Limitations
... Ef you don't, you'll fin' out sho'tly dat you's th'owed yo' fines' feelin' ...
Lonesome
... Fur they's somep'n' seems to gall me in their keerless sort o' glee ...
Hope
... Why what I keer fu' stingin' blas', ...
A Drowsy Day
... Half seen, the bare, gaunt-fingered boughs ...
The Seedling
... Through the lonesome, struggling hours, ...
Howdy, Honey, Howdy
... thoo, Ol' folks drowsin' 'roun' de place, ...
The Farm Child's Lullaby
... And the chimney sings the sweeter when the wind is blowing strong ...
Sunset
... While in the south the first faint star ...
A Letter
... I 's right well, I 's glad to tell you (dough dis climate ain't to blame), ...
Love's Pictures
... Ah, thy cheek, thine eyes, thy voice, ...
