Tag: poems
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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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“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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“Wish for an Overcoat” by Alfred Islay Walden (1847–1884)
Wish for an Overcoat BY ALFRED ISLAY WALDEN Oh! had I now an overcoat, For I am nearly freezing; My head and lungs are stopped with cold, And often I am sneezing. And, too, while passing through the street, Where merchants all are greeting, They say, young man this is the coat …
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“Sonnet” by Alice Dunbar- Nelson
“…The thought of violets meant florists’ shops, 5 And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine; And garish lights, and mincing little fops…”
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“Negro Seranade” by James Edwin Campbell
“…I’ll sing dis night twel broad day-light, Ur bu’s’ my froat wid tryin’, ’Less you come down, Miss ’Lindy Brown, 15 An’ stops dis ha’t f’um sighin’!”
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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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“The Sun Has Long Been Set” by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and trees; There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound of water that gushes, And the cuckoo’s sovereign cry Fills all the hollow…
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Poem: “Traveling” by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
And no one can tell whither.—my sweet friend! We two have had such happy hours together That my heart melts in me to think of it.
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Poem: “The Star” by Jane Taylor
When the blazing sun is set, And the grass with dew is wet, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
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“To My Dear and Loving Husband” by Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672)
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can.
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