Poems by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Bein' Back Home
... Tow'rin' buildin's yes, they're good ...
Vengeance Is Sweet
... But, though his eyes with tears were dim, ...
Chrismus Is A-Comin'
... Dey 'll be lots o' chicken, ...
When dey 'Listed Colored Soldiers
... Ol' Mis' cried w'en mastah lef' huh, young Miss mou'ned huh brothah Ned, ...
The Gourd
... There there grows the cup I drink from, ...
A Preference
... Dat 's 'lasses an' watah, 'lasses an' watah ...
The Fount Of Tears
... When, lo! a voice cried: "Pilgrim, rise, ...
James Whitcomb Riley
... His heart keeps beatin' time with our'n ...
Worn Out
... By storm winds rudely shent,-- ...
Winter's Approach
... She She look at de skillet an' she smile, oh my! ...
Puttin' The Baby Away
... Dat's roun' hyeah mixin' teahs an' jokes, ...
Whistling Sam
... On de groun' dat needed wat'rin' whaih de seeds of good was growin', ...
To A Lady Playing The Harp
... But far and strange, thou still dost make them fair ...
The Master-Player
... Smote on its strings, still strange to song, ...
Protest
... Don't mean no mo' dan chicken's squawkin': ...
