Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

241. My Lady Of Castle Grand 4/2/2010
242. Possession 4/2/2010
243. Lover's Lane 4/2/2010
244. A Roadway 4/2/2010
245. Melancholia 4/2/2010
246. Conscience And Remorse 4/2/2010
247. The Barrier 12/31/2002
248. By The Stream 4/2/2010
249. Night 4/2/2010
250. Mortality 4/2/2010
251. Drizzle 4/2/2010
252. Comparison 4/2/2010
253. Dirge For A Soldier 4/2/2010
254. An Old Memory 4/2/2010
255. Limitations 4/2/2010
256. Discovered 4/2/2010
257. A Plantation Portrait 4/2/2010
258. Love's Humility 4/2/2010
259. When Dey 'Listed Colored Soldiers 4/2/2010
260. Kidnaped 4/2/2010
261. Misapprehension 4/2/2010
262. One Life 4/2/2010
263. Passion And Love 4/2/2010
264. Expectation 4/2/2010
265. In May 4/2/2010
266. Ballad 4/2/2010
267. Curiosity 4/2/2010
268. Inspiration 4/2/2010
269. Li'L' Gal 4/2/2010
270. Death 4/2/2010
271. Appreciation 4/2/2010
272. Morning Song Of Love 4/2/2010
273. Night, Dim Night 4/2/2010
274. Lincoln 4/2/2010
275. Longing 4/2/2010
276. Disappointed. 4/2/2010
277. Alexander Crummell--Dead 4/2/2010
278. A Lyric 4/2/2010
279. Faith 4/2/2010
280. Black Sampson Of Brandywine 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.

    18 person liked.
    76 person did not like.
Best Poem of Paul Laurence Dunbar

A Golden Day

I Found you and I lost you,
All on a gleaming day.
The day was filled with sunshine,
And the land was full of May.

A golden bird was singing
Its melody divine,
I found you and I loved you,
And all the world was mine.

I found you and I lost you,
All on a golden day,
But when I dream of you, dear,
It is always brimming May.

Read the full of A Golden Day

Accountability

FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits;
Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made de bobtails fu' de rabbits.
Him dat built de gread big mountains hollered out de little valleys,
Him dat made de streets an' driveways wasn't shamed to make de alleys.

We is all constructed diff'ent, d'ain't no two of us de same;
We cain't he'p ouah likes an' dislikes, ef we'se bad we ain't to blame.
Ef we'se good, we need n't show off, case you bet it ain't ouah doin'
We gits in

[Report Error]