Epilogue (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ...
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ...
Rich, honored by my fellow citizens,The father of many children, born of a noble mother,All raised thereIn the great mansion-house, ...
Dust of my dust, And dust with my dust, O, child who died as you entered the world, Dead with ...
Mr Kessler, you know, was in the army, And he drew six dollars a month as a pension, And stood ...
Did you ever hear of Editor WhedonGiving to the public treasury any of the money he receivedFor supporting candidated for ...
The idea danced before us as a flag;The sound of martial music;The thrill of carrying a gun;Advancement in the world ...
Suppose you stood just five feet two,And had worked your way as a grocery clerk,Studying law by candle lightUntil you ...
Do the boys and girls still go to Siever'sFor cider, after school, in late September?Or gather hazel nuts among the ...
Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard oneBecause his children were all failures.But I know of a fate more trying ...
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...
Where is my boy, my boy —In what far part of the world?The boy I loved best of all in ...
They laughed at me as "Prof. Moon,"As a boy in Spoon River, born with the thirstOf knowing about the stars.They ...
My father who owned the wagon-shopAnd grew rich shoeing horsesSent me to the University of Montreal.I learned nothing and returned ...
Alas! he died when swill flowed far and near, While there were other pearls and deeper mud. Muse of the ...
Why did Albert Schirding kill himself Trying to be County Superintendent of Schools, Blest as he was with the means ...
Oh! the dew-wet grass of the meadow in North Carolina Through which Rebecca followed me wailing, wailing, One child in ...
Rhodes' slave! Selling shoes and gingham, Flour and bacon, overalls, clothing, all day long For fourteen hours a day for ...
It was just like everything else in life: Something outside myself drew me down, My own strength never failed me. ...
Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys, Son of the love of Tereus and Procne, slain For the guilty ...
Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard one Because his children were all failures. But I know of a fate ...
Did you ever hear of Editor Whedon Giving to the public treasury any of the money he received For supporting ...
My father who owned the wagon-shop And grew rich shoeing horses Sent me to the University of Montreal. I learned ...
Mr Kessler, you know, was in the army, And he drew six dollars a month as a pension, And stood ...
Suppose you stood just five feet two, And had worked your way as a grocery clerk, Studying law by candle ...
Rich, honored by my fellow citizens, The father of many children, born of a noble mother, All raised there In ...
They laughed at me as "Prof. Moon," As a boy in Spoon River, born with the thirst Of knowing about ...
Do the boys and girls still go to Siever's For cider, after school, in late September? Or gather hazel nuts ...
The idea danced before us as a flag; The sound of martial music; The thrill of carrying a gun; Advancement ...
Where is my boy, my boy -- In what far part of the world? The boy I loved best of ...
Dust of my dust, And dust with my dust, O, child who died as you entered the world, Dead with ...
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