Silence (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire,A crucible of molten steel, O France!Your sons are stars who cluster to ...
'Twas the shrunken soul of the traitor That whined in a coign of the dark; And the fiends were aroused ...
Flag of the great republic, banner of men who were free! Carried aloft for freedom in many a bloody gorge; ...
A step-mother drove me from home, embittering me.A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue.For years I was his ...
They told me I had three months to live,So I crept to Bernadotte,And sat by the mill for hours and ...
Better than granite, Spoon River,Is the memory-picture you keep of meStanding before the pioneer men and womenThere at Concord Church ...
Grandmother! You who sang to green valleys,And passed to a sweet repose at ninety-six,Here is your little Rita at lastGrown ...
What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and ...
Here! You sons of the menWho fought with Washington at Valley Forge,And whipped Black Hawk at Starved Rock,Arise! Do battle ...
I, born in WeimarOf a mother who was FrenchAnd German father, a most learned professor,Orphaned at fourteen years,Became a dancer, ...
Why was I not devoured by self-contempt,And rotted down by indifferenceAnd impotent revolt like Indignation Jones?Why, with all of my ...
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...
He ran away and was gone for a year.When he came home he told me the silly storyOf being kidnapped ...
From Bindle's opera house in the villageTo Broadway is a great step.But I tried to take it, my ambition firedWhen ...
When I went to the city, Mary McNeely, I meant to return for you, yes I did. But Laura, my ...
I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk: One, the house I built on the hill, With its spires, bay ...
As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours On the shore of the turbid Spoon With deep-set eye staring ...
Out of the lights and roar of cities, Drifting down like a spark in Spoon River, Burnt out with the ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
From Bindle's opera house in the village To Broadway is a great step. But I tried to take it, my ...
I, born in Weimar Of a mother who was French And German father, a most learned professor, Orphaned at fourteen ...
What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and ...
Better than granite, Spoon River, Is the memory-picture you keep of me Standing before the pioneer men and women There ...
They told me I had three months to live, So I crept to Bernadotte, And sat by the mill for ...
Why was I not devoured by self-contempt, And rotted down by indifference And impotent revolt like Indignation Jones? Why, with ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when it ...
Grandmother! You who sang to green valleys, And passed to a sweet repose at ninety-six, Here is your little Rita ...
He ran away and was gone for a year. When he came home he told me the silly story Of ...
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