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 ...
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 ...
'Twas the shrunken soul of the traitor That whined in a coign of the dark; And the fiends were aroused ...
If the grim Fates, to stave ennui, Play whips for fun, or snares for game, The liar full of ease ...
There by the window in the old housePerched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley,My days of labor closed, sitting ...
To be able to see every side of every question;To be on every side, to be everything, to be nothing ...
I loathed you, Spoon River. I tried to rise above you,I was ashamed of you. I despised youAs the place ...
Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknownWho lies here with no stone to mark the place.As a ...
Have you seen walking through the village A man with downcast eyes and haggard face? That is my husband who, ...
If the excursion train to PeoriaHad just been wrecked, I might have escaped with my life —Certainly I should have ...
Nothing in life is alien to you: I was a penniless girl from Summum Who stepped from the morning train ...
Here lies the body of Lois Spears, Born Lois Fluke, daughter of Willard Fluke, Wife of Cyrus Spears, Mother of ...
It was only a little house of two rooms -- Almost like a child's play-house -- With scarce five acres ...
Did my widow flit about From Mackinac to Los Angeles, Resting and bathing and sitting an hour Or more at ...
If a man could bite the giant hand That catchs and destroys him, As I was bitten by a rat ...
Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown Who lies here with no stone to mark the place. ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
Have you seen walking through the village A man with downcast eyes and haggard face? That is my husband who, ...
To be able to see every side of every question; To be on every side, to be everything, to be ...
If the excursion train to Peoria Had just been wrecked, I might have escaped with my life -- Certainly I ...
There by the window in the old house Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley, My days of labor ...
I loathed you, Spoon River. I tried to rise above you, I was ashamed of you. I despised you As ...
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