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Слушать(AI)Dawn
AN angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar (June 27, 1872 – February 9, 1906) was an American poet, novelist, and playwright of the late 19th and early 20th centuries
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The Poet
He sang of life, serenely sweet, With, now and then, a deeper note From some high peak, nigh yet remote, He voiced the world's absorbing beat He sang of love when earth was young, And Love, itself, was in his lays
Lifes Tragedy
It may be misery not to sing at all, And to go silent through the brimming day; It may be misery never to be loved, But deeper griefs than these beset the way
Emancipation
Fling out your banners, your honors be bringing, Raise to the ether your paeans of praise Strike every chord and let music be ringing Celebrate freely this day of all days
Old
I have seen peoples come and go Alike the Ocean'd ebb and flow; I have seen kingdoms rise and fall Like springtime shadows on a wall I have seen houses rendered great That grew from life's debased estate, And all, all, all is change...
