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 ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Beyond the gates of Hercules The seven builders took the stone, Spurned everywhere in days of ease, Long lying loose ...
Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye -- Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears-- ...
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 ...
From the wide miles of autumn corn, Here to this sun-lit hill, The wind wails for a hope forlorn, And ...
You, if it fall to you to take From us the lamp that Athens gave, Fill it with mercy for ...
If the grim Fates, to stave ennui, Play whips for fun, or snares for game, The liar full of ease ...
Old pioneers, how fare your souls to-day? They seem to be Imminent about this pastoral way, This sunny lea, The ...
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring,After each other drifting, past my window drifting!And I lay so many years ...
What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and ...
Where is my boy, my boy —In what far part of the world?The boy I loved best of all in ...
Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree.The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass,The ...
You observe the carven handWith the index finger pointing heavenward.That is the direction, no doubt.But how shall one follow it?It ...
To all in the village I seemed, no doubt, To go this way and that way, aimlessly. But here by ...
Did you ever see an alligator Come up to the air from the mud, Staring blindly under the full glare ...
I was among multitudes of children Dancing at the foot of a mountain. A breeze blew out of the east ...
While I was handling Dom Pedro I got at the thing that divides the race between men who are For ...
I winged my bird, Though he flew toward the setting sun; But just as the shot rang out, he soared ...
Vegetarian, non-resistant, free-thinker, in ethics a Christian; Orator apt at the rhine-stone rhythm of Ingersoll. Carnivorous, avenger, believer and pagan. ...
I leaned against the mantel, sick, sick, Thinking of my failure, looking into the abysm, Weak from the noon-day heat. ...
After a long day of work in my hot-houses Sleep was sweet, but if you sleep on your left side ...
I would I had thrust my hands of flesh Into the disk-flowers bee-infested, Into the mirror-like core of fire Of ...
Out of the lights and roar of cities, Drifting down like a spark in Spoon River, Burnt out with the ...
There at Geneva where Mt. Blanc floated above The wine-hued lake like a cloud, when a breeze was blown Out ...
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring, After each other drifting, past my window drifting! And I lay so ...
You observe the carven hand With the index finger pointing heavenward. That is the direction, no doubt. But how shall ...
Where is my boy, my boy -- In what far part of the world? The boy I loved best of ...
Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree. The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet ...
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