The Spooniad (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd ...
(As Austin Dobson might have written it)Their pail they must fill In a crystalline springlet,Brave Jack and fair Jill.Their pail ...
It was down across the BrazosThat we rounded up to start,With about five thousand cattleFor the busy Kansas mart;There were ...
A COPPER concave of a sky Hangs high above my head. Vague thunder sullenly goes by With dragging, ...
YOUTH is the season of revolt; at twenty-fiveWe curse the reigning politicians,Wondering that any man aliveStands for such damnable conditions.Whatever ...
When the Laborites and Liberals are bickering, Are a-calling and a-bawling in the House,And the strangers in the gallery are ...
Thirty years ago I was a fav'rite at the `Vic.'A finished actor, not a Cuff and Collar shooting stick.I roused ...
The olden golden stories of the world, That stirred the past, And now are dim as dreams,The lays and legends ...
We hoped to end our troubled days Far from the maddening strife, Erstwhile to chortle roundelays ...
Translated From the Arabic of Antar (late sixth and early seventh centuries).The poets have muddied all the little fountains.Yet do ...
The worst of all idolatorsAre zealous radiolatersWho wreck the peace of erstwhile happy homesWith drool of variometers,Detectors, galvanometers,Antennae, switches, batteries ...
Why, where erstwhile I sowed my choicest seeds,Come up but weeds?Why do large docksAppear where should be stocksAnd phlox?Why flaunts ...
Just fifty years ago, this land in slumber lay;The native chased the wild dingo, which roamed from day to dayO'er ...
Death devours all lovely things;Lesbia with her sparrowShares the darkness, presentlyEvery bed is narrowUnremembered as old rainDries the sheer libation,And ...
I scanned her picture dreaming, Till each dear line and hue Was imaged, to my seeming, As if it lived ...
I wayed by star and planet shine Towards the dear one's home At Kingsbere, there to make her mine When ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
The church flings forth a battled shade Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I paid My all ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness,-presently Every bed is narrow. Unremembered as old rain ...
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