An Anthology of Verse by American NegroesNewman Ivey White, Walter Clinton Jackson Trinity College Press, 1924 - Počet stran: 250 |
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An Anthology of Verse by American Negroes Newman Ivey White,Walter Clinton Jackson Zobrazení fragmentů - 1968 |
An Anthology of Verse by American Negroes Newman Ivey White,Walter Clinton Jackson Náhled není k dispozici. - 2013 |
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Strana 87 - Simply to de cross she clings, An' you fin' yo' teahs a-drappin' When Malindy sings. Who dat says dat humble praises Wif de Master nevah counts? Heish yo' mouf, I hyeah dat music, Ez hit rises up an' mounts — Floatin' by de hills an' valleys, Way above dis buryin' sod, Ez hit makes its way in glory To de very gates of God!
Strana 85 - Fu' to make de soun' come right, You ain't got de tu'ns an' twistin's Fu' to make it sweet an' light. Tell you one thing now, Miss Lucy, An' I'm tellin' you fu' true, When hit comes to raal right singin', T ain't no easy thing to do.
Strana 43 - I saw young girls from their mother's arms Bartered and sold for their youthful charms, My eye would flash with a mournful flame, My death-paled cheek grow red with shame. I would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might Can rob no man of his dearest right; My rest shall be calm in any grave Where none can call his brother a slave. I ask no monument, proud and high, To arrest the gaze of the passers-by; All that my yearning spirit craves, Is bury me not in a land of slaves.
Strana 229 - O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe! Though far outnumbered let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow! What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
Strana 86 - Jes' you stan' an' listen wif me When Malindy sings. Ain't you nevah hyeahd Malindy? Blessed soul, tek up de cross! Look hyeah, ain't you jokin', honey? Well, you don't know whut you los'. Y' ought to hyeah dat gal a-wa'blin', Robins, la'ks, an' all dem things, Heish dey moufs an' hides dey faces When Malindy sings.
Strana 59 - ERE SLEEP COMES DOWN TO SOOTHE THE WEARY EYES ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes, Which all the day with ceaseless care have sought The magic gold which from the seeker flies; Ere dreams put on the gown and cap of thought, And make the waking world a world of lies, — Of lies most palpable, uncouth, forlorn, That say life's full of aches and tears and sighs, — Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.
Strana 41 - Woman," said th' astonish'd Lord, " Be it even as thy word ! By thy faith that knows no fail, Thou hast ask'd, and shall prevail." THE SLAVE MOTHER.. HEAKD you that shriek ? It rose So wildly on the air, It seemed as if a burden'd heart Was breaking in despair. Saw you those hands so sadly clasped The bowed and feeble head — The shuddering of that fragile form — That look of grief and dread ? Saw you the sad, imploring eye ? Its every glance was pain, As if a storm of agony Were sweeping through...
Strana 91 - DEATH SONG Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass, Whah de branch'll go a-singin' as it pass. An' w'en I's a-layin' low, I kin hyeah it as it go Singin', "Sleep, my honey, tek yo' res
Strana 74 - I don' quite t'ink he'll keer Ef our feet keeps time a little to de melodies we hyeah. W'y, dey's somep'n' downright holy in de way our faces shine, When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin
Strana 176 - O black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire? How, in your darkness, did you come to know The power and beauty of the minstrel's lyre? Who first from midst his bonds lifted his eyes? Who first from out the still watch, lone and long, Feeling the ancient faith of prophets rise Within his dark-kept soul, burst into song?
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