Tag: poem
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“Before the Birth of One of her Children” by Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672)
“…And if thou love thyself, or loved’st me, These O protect from stepdame’s injury. And if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse, With some sad sighs honor my absent hearse;…”
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“The Don’t-Care Negro” by Joseph Seamon Cotter, Sr. (1861 – 1949)
“…Neber min’ man’s why an’ wharfo’ So de world is big an’ roun’. Neber min’ whar next you’s gwine to So you’s six foot under groun’…”
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“Atlanta Exposition Ode” by Mary Weston Fordham (1862? – 1905)
“…’Cast down your bucket,’ let it be As water flows both full and free..!”
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“A January Dandelion” by George Marion McClellan (1860 – 1934)
“…O! thoughtless Dandelion, to be misled By a few warm days to leave thy natural bed, Was folly growth and blooming over soon…”
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“Aunt Chloe’s Lullaby” by Daniel Webster Davis (1862 – 1913)
“…Mammy’s baby, black an’ sweet, Jes’ like candy dat you eat, Mammy lay yo’ in dis bed, While she mek de whi’ folk’s bread…”
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“A September Night” by George Marion McClellan (1860 – 1934)
“…Stir in the moonlight haze and joyous shouts Of Negro song and mirth awake hard by The cabin dance. O, glorious is this night…”
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“I Can Trust” by Daniel Webster Davis (1862 – 1913)
“I Can Trust” BY DANIEL WEBSTER DAVIS I can not see why trials come, And sorrows follow thick and fast; I can not fathom His designs, Nor why my pleasures can not last, Nor why my hopes so soon are dust, But, I can trust. When darkest clouds my sky o’er hang, And sadness seems…
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“Verses to My Heart’s-Sister” by Henrietta Cordelia Ray (1849 – 1916)
Verses To My Heart’s-Sister By HENRIETTA CORDELIA RAY We’ve traveled long together, O sister of my heart, Since first as little children All buoyant, we did start Upon Life’s checkered pathway, Nor dreamed of aught save joy; But ah! To-day can tell us Naught is without alloy. Rememb’rest thou the gambols Of those sweet, early…
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“Robert G. Shaw” by Henrietta Cordelia Ray (1850? – 1916)
“…Unto her honored sons; for it was ay A loftier cause that lured him on to death. Brave men who saw their brothers held in chains, Beneath his standard battled ardently…”
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“Learning to Read” by Frances E. W. Harper (1825 – 1911)
“…I remember Uncle Caldwell, Who took pot liquor fat And greased the pages of his book, And hid it in his hat…”
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