#AmericanWriters
HAIN’T you see my Mandy Lou, Is it true? Whaih you been f’om day to day, Whaih, I say? Dat you say you nevah seen
MOTHER’s gone a—visitin’ to spe… An’, oh, the house is lonesome ez… To other trees to build ag’in; the… That the echoes run like sperrits… The shetters flap more lazy—like '…
'Twas the apple that in Eden Caused our father’s primal fall; And the Trojan War, remember — 'Twas an apple caused it all. So for weeks I’ve hesitated,
I’VE a humble little motto That is homely, though it’s true,… Keep a—pluggin’ away. It’s a thing when I’ve an object That I always try to do, —
Summah night an’ sighin’ breeze, 'Long de lovah’s lane; Frien’ly, shadder—mekin’ trees, 'Long de lovah’s lane. White folks’ wo’k all done up gran…
We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs, In dis howlin’ wildaness, Fu’ to speak some words of comfo’t To each othah in distress. An’ we chooses fu’ ouah subjic’
I have seen peoples come and go Alike the Ocean’d ebb and flow; I have seen kingdoms rise and fall Like springtime shadows on a wall. I have seen houses rendered great
It was Chrismus Eve, I mind hit… Bofe de weathah an’ de people—not… Cose you 'll t’ink dat ‘s mighty f… Fu’ a da’ky 's allus happy when de… But we wasn’t, fu’ dat mo’nin’ Ma…
GOODNIGHT, my love, for I hav… In walking dreams, until my soul i… Is lost in passion’s wide and shor… Where, like a ship unruddered, it… Hither and thither at the wild wav…
The mist has left the greening pla… The dew—drops shine like fairy rai… The coquette rose awakes again Her lovely self adorning. The Wind is hiding in the trees,
The smell of the sea in my nostril… The sound of the sea in mine ears; The touch of the spray on my burni… Like the mist of reluctant tears. The blue of the sky above me,
De way t’ings come, hit seems to m… Is des’ one monst’ous mystery; De way hit seem to strike a man, Dey ain’t no sense, dey ain’t no p… Ef trouble sta’ts a pilin’ down,
OH, I des received a letter f’om… Oh, my; oh, my. She’s my lovely little sweetheart… Oh, my; oh, my. She writes me dat she loves me an’…
The Midnight wooed the Morning S… And prayed her: “Love come nearer… Your swinging coldly there afar To me but makes you dearer.” The Morning Star was pale with do…
I has hyeahd o’ people dancin’ an’… An’ I ‘s been ’roun’ lots of otha… But of all de whistlin’ da’kies da… De whistlin’est I evah seed was o… In de kitchen er de stable, in de…