Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

321. Good-Night 4/2/2010
322. After While. A Poem Of Faith 4/2/2010
323. Emancipation 4/2/2010
324. Jealous 4/2/2010
325. Fishing 4/2/2010
326. A Frolic 4/2/2010
327. Lyrics Of Love And Sorrow 4/2/2010
328. Protest 4/2/2010
329. Promise 4/2/2010
330. He Had His Dream 4/2/2010
331. With The Lark 4/2/2010
332. A Little Christmas Basket 4/2/2010
333. At Sunset Time 4/2/2010
334. Ode To Ethiopia 4/2/2010
335. Liza May 4/2/2010
336. Signs Of The Times 1/1/2004
337. Prometheus 4/2/2010
338. In August 4/2/2010
339. Dinah Kneading Dough 4/2/2010
340. Worn Out 4/2/2010
341. A Florida Night 4/2/2010
342. A Starry Night 4/2/2010
343. A Back-Log Song 4/2/2010
344. If 4/2/2010
345. In Summer 4/2/2010
346. A Grievance 4/2/2010
347. Alice 4/2/2010
348. Weltschmertz 4/2/2010
349. A Warm Day In Winter 4/2/2010
350. Thou Art My Lute 4/2/2010
351. Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes 4/2/2010
352. Beyond The Years 4/2/2010
353. A Border Ballad 4/2/2010
354. For The Man Who Fails 4/2/2010
355. Vengeance Is Sweet 4/2/2010
356. A Love Letter 4/2/2010
357. A Love Song 4/2/2010
358. Merry Autumn 4/2/2010
359. Love And Grief 4/2/2010
360. The Lawyers' Ways 1/1/2004

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

Life's Tragedy

It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.

To sing the perfect song,
And by a half-tone lost the key,
There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
The pale, sad staring of Life's Tragedy.

To have come near to the perfect love,
Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
But that which lies aside its vanity,
And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.

This, this indeed is to be accursed,
For if we mortals love, or if we sing,...

Read the full of Life's Tragedy


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

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