Lyrics of the Hearthside
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
This is a collection of poetry by African American author Paul Laurence Dunbar. Dunbar's work frequently features a conversational tone, innovative rhetorical structure, and a colorful use of both dialect and mainstream English. Dunbar was among the first nationally successful African American writers.
Source: Dunbar, P.L. (1913). The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar. New York: Dodd, Mead, and Company.
- Love's Apotheosis
- Love me. I care not what the circling years
- The Paradox
- I am the mother of sorrows,
- Over the Hills
- Over the hills and the valleys of dreaming
- With the Lark
- Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy,
- In Summer
- Oh, summer has clothed the earth
- The Mystic Sea
- The smell of the sea in my nostrils,
- A Sailor's Song
- Oh for the breath of the briny deep,
- The Bohemian
- Bring me the livery of no other man.
- Absence
- Good–night, my love, for I have dreamed of thee
- Her Thoughts and His
- The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky,
- The Right to Die
- I have no fancy for that ancient cant
- Behind the Arras
- As in some dim baronial hall restrained,
- When the Old Man Smokes
- In the forenoon’s restful quiet,
- The Garret
- Within a London garret high,
- To E.H.K.—On the Receipt of a Familiar Poem
- To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath
- A Bridal Measure
- Come, essay a sprightly measure,
- Vengeance is Sweet
- When I was young I longed for Love,
- A Hymn—After Reading 'Lead, Kindly Light
- Lead gently, Lord, and slow,
- Just Whistle a Bit
- Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark,
- The Barrier
- The Midnight wooed the Morning–Star,
- Dreams
- Dream on, for dreams are sweet:
- The Dreamer
- Temples he built and palaces of air,
- Waiting
- The sun has slipped his tether
- The End of the Chapter
- Ah, yes, the chapter ends to–day;
- Sympathy
- I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
- Love and Grief
- Out of my heart, one treach’rous winter’s day,
- Love's Chastening
- Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air,
- Mortality
- Ashes to ashes, dust unto dust,
- Love
- A life was mine full of the close concern
- She Gave Me a Rose
- She gave a rose,
- Dream Song. I
- Long years ago, within a distant clime,
- Dream Song. II
- Pray, what can dreams avail
- Christmas in the Heart
- The snow lies deep upon the ground,
- The King is Dead
- Aye, lay him in his grave, the old dead year!
- Theology
- There is a heaven, for ever, day by day,
- Resignation
- Long had I grieved at what I deemed abuse;
- Love's Humility
- As some rapt gazer on the lowly earth,
- Precedent
- The poor man went to the rich man’s doors,
- She Told Her Beads
- She told her beads with down–cast eyes,
- Little Lucy Landman
- Oh, the day has set me dreaming
- The Gourd
- In the heavy earth the miner
- The Knight
- Our good knight, Ted, girds his broadsword on
- Thou Art My Lute
- Thou art my life, by thee I live,
- The Phantom Kiss
- One night in my room, still and beamless,
- Communion
- In the silence of my heart,
- Mare Rubrum
- In Life’s Red Sea with faith I plant my feet,
- In an English Garden
- In this old garden, fair, I walk to–day
- The Crisis
- A man of low degree was sore oppressed,
- The Conquerors (The Black Troops in Cuba)
- Round the wide earth, from the red field your valour has won,
- Alexander Crummell - Dead
- Back to the breast of thy mother,
- When All is Done
- When all is done, and my last word is said,
- The Poet and the Baby
- How’s a man to write a sonnet, can you tell,—
- Distinction
- “I am but clay,” the sinner plead,
- The Sum
- A little dreaming by the way,
- Sonnet (On an Old Book With Uncut Leaves)
- Emblem of blasted hope and lost desire,
- On the Sea Wall
- I sit upon the old sea wall,
- To a Lady Playing the Harp
- Thy tones are silver melted into sound,
- Confessional
- Search thou my heart;
- Misapprehension
- Out of my heart, one day, I wrote a song,
- Prometheus
- Prometheus stole from Heaven the sacred fire
- Love's Phases
- Love hath the wings of the butterfly,
- For the Man Who Fails
- The world is a snob, and the man who wins
- Harriet Beecher Stowe
- She told the story, and the whole world wept
- Vagrants
- Long time ago, we two set out,
- A Winter's Day
- Across the hills and down the narrow ways,
- My Little March Girl
- Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart,
- Remembered
- She sang, and I listened the whole song thro’.
- Love Despoiled
- As lone I sat one summer’s day,
- The Lapse
- This poem must be done to–day;
- The Warrior's Prayer
- Long since, in sore distress, I heard one pray,
- Farewell to Arcady
- With sombre mien, the Evening gray
- The Voice of the Banjo
- In a small and lonely cabin out of noisy traffic’s way,
- The Stirrup Cup
- Come, drink a stirrup cup with me,
- A Choice
- They please me not—these solemn songs
- Year Published: 1913
- Language: English
- Country of Origin: United States of America
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Readability:
- Flesch–Kincaid Level: 6.5
- Word Count: 11,064
- Genre: Poetry
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