Category: American
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“Sir, We Would See Jesus” by Frances E.W. Harper (1825 – 1911)
“…We would see Jesus; proud and high Temples and domes have met our eye…”
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From “Moses: A Story of the Nile” by Frances E. W. Harper (by 1825 – 1911)
“…f the hours; men rose not from their seats, but sat In silent awe. That lengthened night lay like a burden On the air, — a darkness one might almost gather In his hand, it was so gross and thick. Then came The last dread plague — the death of the first born…”
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“George Moses Horton, Myself” by George Moses Horton (1797? – 1883?)
George Moses Horton, Myself BY GEORGE MOSES HORTON I feel myself in need Of the inspiring strains of ancient lore, My heart to lift, my empty mind to feed, And all the world explore. I know that I am old And never can recover what is past, But for the future may some light unfold And…
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“Harlem Shadows” by Claude McKay
“…Ah, little dark girls who in slippered feet Go prowling through the night from street to street!…”
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“Afternoon on a Hill” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950)
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one….
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“Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost (1874–1963)
I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
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Poem: “When I Heard the Learned Astronomer” by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)
When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till…
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“I had no time to hate, because” by Emily Dickinson
I HAD no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
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“The Gift to Sing” by James Weldon Johnson (1871 – 1938)
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day— I softly sing…
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“Puente” by Nicolás Guillén (1920 – 1989)
PUENTE ¿Lejos? Hay un arco tendido que hace viajar la flecha de tu voz.
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