The Two Souls (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Two souls within this lunar cycle passed Beyond the curtained stage of life and time. One weary from long vigils, ...
Two souls within this lunar cycle passed Beyond the curtained stage of life and time. One weary from long vigils, ...
Hi, Cockalorum! But - Misery me!What is the aftermath going to be? With joy at its zenith and sorrow its ...
As one who under evening skiesUpon a fought field stricken lies(Unknown for stains of blood and grime)Is fain the mortal ...
Our visions are deceiving lights that lead us on to our destruction; our idols are always broken in pieces before ...
Over the hills of heather Wakens the windy morn,In the island of Inisfalen Where my fathers were bred and born.Round ...
Oh, the little creek Coonana, How clear it runs and cold Where "Conn of the hundred battles" Fought ...
Half a loaf, half a loaf,Half a loaf? Urn-hum?Down through the vale of gloomSlouched the ten million,Onward th' 'ungry blokes,Crackin' ...
O CITY, look the Eastward way! Beyond thy roofs of shadowy red and grey Floats like a lily on ...
When we first met, dark wintry skies were glooming, And the wild winds sang requiem to the year; ...
In night-long days, in aeons where all Time's nights are one; where life and death sing paeans as of Greeks ...
Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart; See where she ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
1 AS the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud, A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me. I ...
WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Pines against the sky, Pluming the purple hill; Pines . . . and I wonder why, Heart, you quicken and ...
THe weary yeare his race now hauing run, The new begins his compast course anew: with shew of morning mylde ...
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