The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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O li'l' lamb out in de col' 133 O Lord, the hard-won miles 11 O Mother Race! to thee I bring 15 October is the treasurer of the year 63 Oh, de clouds is mighty heavy 169 Oh, de grubbin'-hoe's a-rustin' in de co'nah 67 Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low 207 Oh, dere's lots o' keer an' trouble 20 Oh for the breath of the briny deep 92 Oh, I am hurt to death, my Love 72 Oh, I des received a letter f'om de sweetest little gal 266 Oh, I haven't got long to live, for we all 48 Oh, summer has clothed the earth 91 Oh the breeze is blowin' balmy 262 Oh, the day has set me dreaming 107 Oh, the little bird is rocking in the cradle of the wind 245 Oh, the poets may sing of their Lady Irenes 26 Oh to have you in May 166 Oh, what shall I do? I am wholly upset 131 Oh, who is the Lord of the land of life 268 Oh, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying 236 Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May 221 On a summer's day as I sat by a stream 248 On the wide veranda white 59 Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air 102 One night in my room, still and beamless 109 Our good knight, Ted, girds his broadsword on 108 Out in de night a sad bird moans 194 Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing 64 |
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