America (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye -- Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears-- ...
Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye -- Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears-- ...
From the wide miles of autumn corn, Here to this sun-lit hill, The wind wails for a hope forlorn, And ...
If the grim Fates, to stave ennui, Play whips for fun, or snares for game, The liar full of ease ...
When conquerors lift the bloody shield, Showing the fallen's ooze of life, And on a waste of blasted field Joy ...
There by the window in the old housePerched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley,My days of labor closed, sitting ...
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw meI went to Springfield. There I met a lush,Whose father just deceased left ...
I was the daughter of Lambert Hutchins,Born in a cottage near the grist-mill,Reared in the mansion there on the hill,With ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers,You dauntless fledglingsWho pass by my headstone,Mock not its record of my captaincy in the ...
Why was I not devoured by self-contempt,And rotted down by indifferenceAnd impotent revolt like Indignation Jones?Why, with all of my ...
Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard oneBecause his children were all failures.But I know of a fate more trying ...
I have studied many timesThe marble which was chiseled for me —A boat with a furled sail at rest in ...
I would have been as great as George EliotBut for an untoward fate.For look at the photograph of me made ...
No other man, unless it was Doc Hill,Did more for people in this town than l.And all the weak, the ...
You may think, passer-by, that FateIs a pit-fall outside of yourself,Around which you may walk by the use of foresightAnd ...
Ye who are kicking against Fate, Tell me how it is that on this hill-side, Running down to the river, ...
In my life I was the town drunkard; When I died the priest denied me burial In holy ground. The ...
Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane! How you stole in the room (where I lay so ill) In your nurse's cap ...
Were you not ashamed, fellow citizens, When my estate was probated and everyone knew How small a fortune I left?-- ...
I was well known and much beloved And rich, as fortunes are reckoned In Spoon River, where I had lived ...
I was attorney for the "Q" And the Indemnity Company which insured The owners of the mine. I pulled the ...
As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours On the shore of the turbid Spoon With deep-set eye staring ...
There by the window in the old house Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley, My days of labor ...
Why was I not devoured by self-contempt, And rotted down by indifference And impotent revolt like Indignation Jones? Why, with ...
I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me -- A boat with a furled sail at ...
You may think, passer-by, that Fate Is a pit-fall outside of yourself, Around which you may walk by the use ...
I would have been as great as George Eliot But for an untoward fate. For look at the photograph of ...
Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard one Because his children were all failures. But I know of a fate ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers, You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my ...
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me I went to Springfield. There I met a lush, Whose father just ...
No other man, unless it was Doc Hill, Did more for people in this town than l. And all the ...
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