Paul Laurence Dunbar
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born
June 27, 1872
in Dayton, Ohio, The United States
died
February 09, 1906
gender
male
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The Sport of the Gods
by Paul Laurence Dunbar, William L. Andrews — published 1902 — 26 editions |
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The Collected Poetry of Paul Laurence Dunbar Collected Poetry of Paul Laurence Dunbar
by Paul Laurence Dunbar, Joanne M. Braxton — published 1913 — 2 editions |
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Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar
by Paul Laurence Dunbar, William Dean Howells — 26 editions |
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Selected Poems
by Paul Laurence Dunbar, Dover Thrift Editions — published 1997 — 3 editions |
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The Lyrics Of Lowly Life
by Paul Laurence Dunbar, Dunbar, William Dean Howells — published 1896 — 14 editions |
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Jump Back, Honey: The Poems Of Paul Laurence Dunbar
by Paul Laurence Dunbar, Brian Pinkney — 3 editions |
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The Heart of Happy Hollow
— published 1904 — 20 editions |
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The Negro Problem (Classics in Black Studies)
— published 2003 |
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The Love Of Landry
— 3 editions |
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The Complete Stories of Paul Laurence Dunbar
by Paul Laurence Dunbar, Gene Andrew Jarrett , Thomas Lewis Morgan — published 2009 |
“..we wear the mask that grins and lies,
it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes-
this debt we pay to human guile;
with torn and bleeding hearts we smile.”
― Paul Laurence Dunbar
it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes-
this debt we pay to human guile;
with torn and bleeding hearts we smile.”
― Paul Laurence Dunbar
“We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,- -
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be otherwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see thus, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!”
― Paul Laurence Dunbar, The Lyrics Of Lowly Life
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,- -
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be otherwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see thus, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!”
― Paul Laurence Dunbar, The Lyrics Of Lowly Life
“I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,-
When he beats his bars and would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings-
I know why the caged bird sings!”
― Paul Laurence Dunbar
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,-
When he beats his bars and would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings-
I know why the caged bird sings!”
― Paul Laurence Dunbar
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