Julian Scott (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Toward the lastThe truth of others was untruth to me;The justice of others injustice to me;Their reasons for death, reasons ...
Toward the lastThe truth of others was untruth to me;The justice of others injustice to me;Their reasons for death, reasons ...
From Bindle's opera house in the villageTo Broadway is a great step.But I tried to take it, my ambition firedWhen ...
Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknownWho lies here with no stone to mark the place.As a ...
My mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew. In youth my mind was ...
Not "a youth with hoary head and haggard eye,"But an old man with a smooth skinAnd black hair!I had the ...
Very well, you liberals,And navigators into realms intellectual,You sailors through heights imaginative,Blown about by erratic currents, tumbling into air pockets,You ...
There is something about DeathLike love itself!If with some one with whom you have known passion,And the glow of youthful ...
In the last spring I ever knew, In those last days, I sat in the forsaken orchard Where beyond fields ...
I would I had thrust my hands of flesh Into the disk-flowers bee-infested, Into the mirror-like core of fire Of ...
The bank broke and I lost my savings. I was sick of the tiresome game in Spoon River And I ...
I tried to win the nomination For president of the County-board And I made speeches all over the County Denouncing ...
As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours On the shore of the turbid Spoon With deep-set eye staring ...
Your red blossoms amid green leaves Are drooping, beautiful geranium! But you do not ask for water. You cannot speak! ...
Out of the lights and roar of cities, Drifting down like a spark in Spoon River, Burnt out with the ...
Did you ever see an alligator Come up to the air from the mud, Staring blindly under the full glare ...
Who carved this shattered harp on my stone? I died to you, no doubt. But how many harps and pianos ...
I began with Sir William Hamilton's lectures. Then studied Dugald Stewart; And then John Locke on the Understanding, And then ...
I who kept the greenhouse, Lover of trees and flowers, Oft in life saw this umbrageous elm, Measuring its generous ...
In my life I was the town drunkard; When I died the priest denied me burial In holy ground. The ...
I lost my patronage in Spoon River From trying to put my mind in the camera To catch the soul ...
Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane! How you stole in the room (where I lay so ill) In your nurse's cap ...
I was the laughing-stock of the village, Chiefly of the people of good sense, as they call themselves -- Also ...
It never came into my mind Until I was ready to die That Jenny had loved me to death, with ...
It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled With new-fallen frost. It was midnight and not a soul abroad. Out of ...
A chaplain in the army, A chaplain in the prisons, An exhorter in Spoon River, Drunk with divinity, Spoon River ...
Do you remember, passer-by, the path I wore across the lot where now stands the opera house, Hasting with swift ...
I spent my money trying to elect you Mayor A. D. Blood. I lavished my admiration upon you, You were ...
When Fort Sumter fell and the war came I cried out in bitterness of soul: "O glorious republic now no ...
Whoever thou art who passest by Know that my father was gentle, And my mother was violent, While I was ...
Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys, Son of the love of Tereus and Procne, slain For the guilty ...
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