Paul Laurence Dunbar
The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Excerpt: ...look he wears be grim, We 'll drink a toast to him! For Death,-a swift old chap is he, And swift the steed He rides. He needs no chart o'er main or mart, For no direction bides. So, come, a final, cup with me, And let the soldiers' chorus swell,- To hell with care, to hell! A CHOICE They please me not-these solemn songs That hint of sermons covered up. 'Tis true the world should heed its wrongs, But in a poem let me sup, Not simples brewed to cure or ease Humanity's confessed disease, But the spirit-wine of a singing line, Pg 127 Or a dew-drop in a honey cup! Pg 129 HUMOUR AND DIALECT THEN AND NOW THEN He loved her, and through ma…
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Excerpt: ...look he wears be grim, We 'll drink a toast to him! For Death,-a swift old chap is he, And swift the steed He rides. He needs no chart o'er main or mart, For no direction bides. So, come, a final, cup with me, And let the soldiers' chorus swell,- To hell with care, to hell! A CHOICE They please me not-these solemn songs That hint of sermons covered up. 'Tis true the world should heed its wrongs, But in a poem let me sup, Not simples brewed to cure or ease Humanity's confessed disease, But the spirit-wine of a singing line, Pg 127 Or a dew-drop in a honey cup! Pg 129 HUMOUR AND DIALECT THEN AND NOW THEN He loved her, and through many years, Had paid his fair devoted court, Until she wearied, and with sneers Turned all his ardent love to sport. That night within his chamber lone, He long sat writing by his bed A note in which his heart made moan For love; the morning found him dead. NOW Like him, a man of later day Was jilted by the maid he sought, And from her presence turned away, Consumed by burning, bitter thought. He sought his room to write-a curse Like him before and die, I ween. Ah no, he put his woes in verse, And sold them to a magazine. AT CHESHIRE CHEESE When first of wise old Johnson taught, My youthful mind its homage brought, And made the pond'rous crusty sage The object of a noble rage. Nor did I think (How dense we are!) That any day, however far, Would find me holding, unrepelled, The place that Doctor Johnson held! But change has come and time has moved, And now, applauded, unreproved, I hold, with pardonable pride, The place that Johnson occupied. Conceit! Presumption! What is this? You surely read my words amiss; Like Johnson I,-a man of mind! How could you ever be so blind? No. At the ancient Cheshire Cheese, Blown hither by some vagrant breeze, To dignify my shallow wit, In Doctor Johnson's seat I sit! MY CORN-COB PIPE Men may sing of their Havanas, elevating to the stars The real or fancied...
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- ISBN: 978-1-77045-752-2
- EAN: 9781770457522
- Produktnummer: 14788199
- Verlag: Books LLC, Reference Series
- Sprache: Englisch
- Erscheinungsjahr: 2013
- Seitenangabe: 176 S.
- Masse: H24.6 cm x B18.9 cm x D0.9 cm 354 g
- Abbildungen: Paperback
- Gewicht: 354
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