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"Song of Myself"
Walt Whitman
"When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer"
Walt Whitman
"Crossing Brooklyn Ferry"
Walt Whitman
"Shut Not Your Doors"
Walt Whitman
112 "Success is counted sweetest"
122 "These are the days when Birds come back - "
320 "There's a certain Slant of light"
339 "I like a look of Agony"
353 "I'm ceded - I've stopped being Their's - "
359 "A Bird, came down the Walk - "
373 "This World is not conclusion"
446 "This was a Poet - "
620 "Much Madness is divinest Sense - "
1263 "Tell all the truth but tell it slant - "
Emily Dickinson
Bartleby, the Scrivener"
Herman Melville
Life in the Iron Mills
Rebecca Harding Davis
“Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night”
Walt Whitman
“The Wound Dresser”
Walt Whitman
“The Portent”
Herman Melville
“Rodman the Keeper”
Constance Fenimore Woolson
“The Wife of his Youth”
Charles Chesnutt
“When Malindy Sings”
Paul Laurence Dunbar
“We Wear the Mask”
Paul Laurence Dunbar
“We Wear the Mask” by 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 over-wise, / In counting all our tears and sighs? / Nay, let them only see us, 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!
“Sympathy”
Paul Laurence Dunbar
“Daisy Miller: A Study”
Henry James
“The Souls of Black Folk”
W.E.B. DuBois
“Through me many long dumb voices, / Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, / Voices of the diseas’d and despairing, and of thieves and dwarfs. / Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, / And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and of the father-stuff, / And of the rights of them the others are down upon, / Of the deform’d, trivial, flat, foolish, despised, / Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung”
“Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman
“SHUT not your doors to me proud libraries,For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yetneeded most, I bring,Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made,The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing,A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect,But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.”
“Shut Not your Doors” by Walt Whitman
“WHEN I heard the learn’d astronomer,When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.“
“When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer” by Walt Whitman
“To Build a Fire”
Jack London
“Désirée’s Baby”
Kate Chopin
“The Story of an Hour”
Kate Chopin
“The Storm”
Kate Chopin
“In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport”
“1492”
Kate Chopin, poem
“The New Colossus”
Emma Lazarus, poem
Yekl: A Tale of the New York Ghetto
Abraham Cahan
“The School Days of an Indian Girl”
Zitkala-Sa
“The Soft-Hearted Sioux”
Zitkala-Sa
“Why I am a Pagan”
Zitkala-Sa
“Impressions of an Indian Childhood”
Zitkala-Sa
“Leaves from the Mental Portfolio of an Eurasian”
Sui Sin Far
“Mrs. Spring Fragrance”
Sui Sin Far
“Our America”
José Martí
Impression of an Indian Childhood
Zitkala-Sa
The School Days of an Indian Girl
Zitkala-Sa
“The Soft-Hearted Sioux”
Zitkala-Sa
“Why I am a Pagan”
Zitkala-Sa