Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

201. Puttin' The Baby Away 4/2/2010
202. Ode For Memorial Day 4/2/2010
203. In Summer Time 4/2/2010
204. By Rugged Ways 4/2/2010
205. Dead 4/2/2010
206. Farewell To Arcady 4/2/2010
207. Possum Trot 4/2/2010
208. Dat Ol' Mare O' Mine 4/2/2010
209. At Night 4/2/2010
210. Chrismus On The Plantation 4/2/2010
211. Preparation 4/2/2010
212. A Spring Wooing 4/2/2010
213. A Preference 4/2/2010
214. Whip-Poor-Will And Katy-Did 4/2/2010
215. A Song (#3) 4/2/2010
216. After Many Days 4/2/2010
217. Communion 4/2/2010
218. Love's Draft 4/2/2010
219. On The Death Of W. C. 4/2/2010
220. Christmas In The Heart 4/2/2010
221. Evening 4/2/2010
222. How Lucy Backslid 4/2/2010
223. How Shall I Woo Thee 4/2/2010
224. A Song (#2) 4/2/2010
225. A Summer Pastoral 4/2/2010
226. Rain-Songs 4/2/2010
227. To Dan 12/31/2002
228. Love 4/2/2010
229. Just Whistle A Bit 4/2/2010
230. When A Feller's Itching To Be Spanked 4/2/2010
231. Opportunity 4/2/2010
232. Advice 4/2/2010
233. Changing Time 4/2/2010
234. Noddin' By De Fire 4/2/2010
235. My Lady Of Castle Grand 4/2/2010
236. Possession 4/2/2010
237. Lover's Lane 4/2/2010
238. A Roadway 4/2/2010
239. My Corn-Cob Pipe 4/2/2010
240. In The Tents Of Akbar 4/2/2010

Comments about Paul Laurence Dunbar

  • Whitt Bell (4/6/2007 1:41:00 PM)

    I have never in my life until the 9th grade poem project heard about this guy. I think he should of given up his life. I dont like him.

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Best Poem of Paul Laurence Dunbar

Morning

The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.

The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says "Kiss me, please,"
'Tis morning, 'tis morning.

With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning.
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
Come, Love, and we together sing,
"'Tis morning, 'tis ...

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Theology

There is a heaven, for ever, day by day,
The upward longing of my soul doth tell me so.
There is a hell, I'm quite as sure; for pray
If there were not, where would my neighbours go?

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