Thomas Trevelyan (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys, Son of the love of Tereus and Procne, slain For the guilty ...
Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys, Son of the love of Tereus and Procne, slain For the guilty ...
If the learned Supreme Court of Illinois Got at the secret of every case As well as it does a ...
Suppose it is nothing but the hive: That there are drones and workers And queens, and nothing but storing honey ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
On a mountain top above the clouds That streamed like a sea below me I said that peak is the ...
What but the love of God could have softened And made forgiving the people of Spoon River Toward me who ...
My wife lost her health, And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds. Then that woman, whom the men Styled ...
They first charged me with disorderly conduct, There being no statute on blasphemy. Later they locked me up as insane ...
I went up and down the streets Here and there by day and night, Through all hours of the night ...
The idea danced before us as a flag; The sound of martial music; The thrill of carrying a gun; Advancement ...
In the lust of my strength I cursed God, but he paid no attention to me: I might as well ...
Toward the last The truth of others was untruth to me; The justice of others injustice to me; Their reasons ...
This is Darrow, Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart, And his drawl, and his infinite paradox And his sadness, ...
Do you think that odes and sermons, And the ringing of church bells, And the blood of old men and ...
Here! You sons of the men Who fought with Washington at Valley Forge, And whipped Black Hawk at Starved Rock, ...
Silent before the jury, Returning no word to the judge when he asked me If I had aught to say ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers, You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my ...
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