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17th Century 1 min

Little Jack Horner

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And he took out a plum,
And said,
"What a good boy am I!" ... [+]

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19th Century 20th Century 5 min

She was a writing medium. This is what she wrote:—
I can remember some things upon that evening most distinctly, and others are like some vague, broken dreams. That is what makes it so difficult to ... [+]

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19th Century 20th Century 1 min

A Tragedy

Arthur Conan Doyle

Who's that walking on the moorland?
Who's that moving on the hill?
They are passing 'mid the bracken,
But the shadows grow and blacken
And I cannot see them clearly on the hill.

Who's that ... [+]

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African American Literature 20th Century 1 min

Face

Jean Toomer

Hair—

silver-gray,

like streams of stars,

Brows—

recurved canoes

quivered by the ripples blown by pain,

Her eyes—

mist of tears

condensing on the flesh ... [+]

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African American Literature 19th Century 1 min

Sympathy

Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When ... [+]

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African American Literature 20th Century 1 min

Mother to Son

Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the ... [+]

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African American Literature 19th Century 20th Century 1 min

Turn Me to My Yellow Leaves

William Stanley Braithwaite

TURN me to my yellow leaves,
I am better satisfied;
There is something in me grieves—
That was never born, and died.
Let me be a scarlet flame
On a windy autumn morn,
I who never had a ... [+]

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African American Literature 20th Century 1 min

Evening Song

Jean Toomer

Full moon rising on the waters of my heart,

Lakes and moon and fires,

Cloine tires,

Holding her lips apart.

Promises of slumber leaving shore to charm the moon,

Miracle ... [+]

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African American Literature 20th Century 1 min

Beehive

Jean Toomer

Within this black hive to-night

There swarm a million bees;

Bees passing in and out the moon,

Bees escaping out the moon,

Bees returning through the moon,

Silver bees ... [+]

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African American Literature 20th Century 1 min

Harvest Song

Jean Toomer

I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled.

But I am too chilled, and too fatigued to bind them. And I hunger.

I crack a grain between my teeth. I do not ... [+]

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African American Literature 19th Century 20th Century 3 min

Violets.

Alice Dunbar-Nelson

I.
"And she tied a bunch of violets with a tress of her pretty brown hair."

She sat in the yellow glow of the lamplight softly humming these words. It was Easter evening, and the newly risen ... [+]

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African American Literature 19th Century 20th Century 4 min

Anarchy Alley.

Alice Dunbar-Nelson

To the casual observer, the quaint, narrow, little alley that lies in the heart of the city is no more than any other of the numerous divisions of streets in which New Orleans delights. But to the ... [+]

A New Kind of Literary Pulse

A New Kind of Literary Pulse

Little Jack Horner

How It Happened

A Tragedy

Face

Sympathy

Mother to Son

Turn Me to My Yellow Leaves

Evening Song

Beehive

Harvest Song

Violets.

Anarchy Alley.

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