Jonathan Swift Somers (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
After you have enriched your soulTo the highest point,With books, thought, suffering, the understanding of many personalities,The power to interpret ...
After you have enriched your soulTo the highest point,With books, thought, suffering, the understanding of many personalities,The power to interpret ...
The cooper should know about tubs. But I learned about life as well, And you who loiter around these graves ...
He ran away and was gone for a year.When he came home he told me the silly storyOf being kidnapped ...
No other man, unless it was Doc Hill,Did more for people in this town than l.And all the weak, the ...
Not character, not fortitude, not patienceWere mine, the which the village thought I hadIn bearing with my wife, while preaching ...
You may think, passer-by, that FateIs a pit-fall outside of yourself,Around which you may walk by the use of foresightAnd ...
Toward the lastThe truth of others was untruth to me;The justice of others injustice to me;Their reasons for death, reasons ...
Did you ever find outwhich of the boys it wasWho snapped the toy pistol against my hand?There when the flags ...
Back and forth, back and forth, to and from the church,With my Bible under my armTill I was gray and ...
Here I lie close to the grave Of Old Bill Piersol, Who grew rich trading with the indians, and who ...
I had fiddled all day at the county fair.But driving home "Butch" Weldy and Jack McGuire,Who were roaring full, made ...
All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of meSprang from your delusion that it was wantonnessOf spirit and contempt of your ...
Herbert broke our engagement of eight yearsWhen Annabelle returned to the villageFrom the Seminary, ah me!If I had let my ...
Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree.The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass,The ...
My father who owned the wagon-shopAnd grew rich shoeing horsesSent me to the University of Montreal.I learned nothing and returned ...
I went up and down the streetsHere and there by day and night,Through all hours of the night caring for ...
To this generation I would say:Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.It may serve a turn in your ...
From Bindle's opera house in the villageTo Broadway is a great step.But I tried to take it, my ambition firedWhen ...
Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknownWho lies here with no stone to mark the place.As a ...
My mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew. In youth my mind was ...
Not "a youth with hoary head and haggard eye,"But an old man with a smooth skinAnd black hair!I had the ...
Have you seen walking through the village A man with downcast eyes and haggard face? That is my husband who, ...
Very well, you liberals,And navigators into realms intellectual,You sailors through heights imaginative,Blown about by erratic currents, tumbling into air pockets,You ...
At first I suspected something —She acted so calm and absent-minded.And one day I heard the back door shut,As I ...
I am Minerva, the village poetess,Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the streetFor my heavy body, cock-eye, and ...
I inherited forty acres from my FatherAnd, by working my wife, my two sons and two daughtersFrom dawn to dusk, ...
We quarreled that morning,For he was sixty-five, and I was thirty,And I was nervous and heavy with the childWhose birth ...
On a mountain top above the cloudsThat streamed like a sea below meI said that peak is the thought of ...
Do you remember when I stood on the stepsOf the Court House and talked free-silver,And the single-tax of Henry George?Then ...
They have Chiseled on my stone the words: 'His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him That ...
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