Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

Bedtime 's come fu' little boys.
Po' little lamb.
Too tiahed out to make a noise,
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Dream days of fond delight and hours
As rosy-hued as dawn, are mine.
Love's drowsy wine,
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OH, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying,
And meadow and woodlands are empty and bare;
For softly and merrily now there come playing,
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'In the fight at Brandywine, Black Samson, a giant negro armed with
a scythe, sweeps his way through the red ranks....' C. M.
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I'S a-gittin' weary of de way dat people do,
De folks dat's got dey 'ligion in dey fiahplace an' flue;
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My lady love lives far away,
And oh my heart is sad by day,
And ah my tears fall fast by night,
What may I do in such a plight.
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Back to the breast of thy mother,
Child of the earth!
E'en her caress can not smother
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AN old man planted and dug and tended,
Toiling in joy from dew to dew;
The sun was kind, and the rain befriended;
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IF you could sit with me beside the sea to-day,
And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er and o'er;
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Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound,
And all her ways were filled with clam'rous sound.
Wailed loud the South with unremitting grief,
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