Out of my heart, one day, I wrote… With my heart’s blood imbued, Instinct with passion, tremulously… With grief subdued; Breathing a fortitude

My lady love lives far away, And oh my heart is sad by day, And ah my tears fall fast by night… What may I do in such a plight. Why, miles grow few when love is f…

A man of low degree was sore oppre… Fate held him under iron—handed sw… And ever, those who saw him thus d… Would bid him bend his stubborn wi… But he, strong in himself and obdu…

Wen de snow 's a—fallin’ An’ de win’ is col’. Mammy 'mence a—callin’, Den she 'mence to scol’, 'Lucius Lishy Brackett,

TWO little boots all rough an’ wo… Two little boots! Laws, I’s kissed 'em times befo’, Dese little boots! Seems de toes a—peepin’ thoo

When August days are hot an’ dry, When burning copper is the sky, I ‘d rather fish than feast or fly In airy realms serene and high. I ’d take a suit not made for look…

Say a mass for my soul’s repose, m… Say a mass for my soul’s repose,… Lovingly lived we, the sons of one… Mine was the sin, but I pray you… Dark were her eyes as the sloe and…

Across the hills and down the narr… And up the valley where the free w… The earth is folded in an ermined… That mocks the melting mirth of my… Departed her disheartening duns an…

DEY had a gread big pahty down to… Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in m… All de folks f’om fou’ plantations… Dey come troopin’ thick ez chillun… Evahbody dressed deir fines’—Heis…

Come, essay a sprightly measure, Tuned to some light song of pleasu… Maidens, let your brows be crowned As we foot this merry round. From the ground a voice is singing…

Bones a—gittin’ achy, Back a—feelin’ col’, Han’s a—growin’ shaky, Jes’ lak I was ol’. Fros’ erpon de meddah

Bedtime 's come fu’ little boys. Po’ little lamb. Too tiahed out to make a noise, Po’ little lamb. You gwine t’ have to—morrer sho’?

When the bees are humming in the h… And the summer days are in their b… Then my love is deepest, oh, deare… When the bees are humming in the h… When the winds are moaning o’er th…

WHEN the corn’s all cut and the… Like the burnished spears of a fie… When the field—mice rich on the nu… And the frost comes white and the… Then it’s heigh—ho! fellows and hi…

LET me close the eyes of my soul That I may not see What stands between thee and me. Let me shut the ears of my heart That I may not hear