... low-down step. Walk on over, darling, Now! Come out With your left. Shake your brown feet, honey, Shake 'em, honey chile. Sun's going down this evening— Might never rise no mo'. The sun's going down this very night— Might never rise no ...
... story writer of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Dunbar became the first African-American poet to earn national distinction and acceptance. The New York Times called him "a true singer of the people – white or black." Frederick ...
... a little, there she was again, white and shining and beautiful, and I sprang into her arms! That was perfect ... little thing; but if there was a moon she would ... pinch of delicate pink dust in the hole. I put my finger in, to feel it, and ...
... props which they call legs." The little mermaid sighed and looked unhappily at her fish tail. "Come, let us be gay!" the old lady said. "Let us leap and bound throughout the three hundred years that we have to live. Surely that is time ...
... she would see if only she could get there in time. And being late, the downstairs at the theater was full. "Balcony only," said a man as she came in. "Oh, won't you find me a good seat?" Laura besought him. "Like to know how I'll find you a ...
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