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 ...
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 ...
Two souls within this lunar cycle passed Beyond the curtained stage of life and time. One weary from long vigils, ...
From the wide miles of autumn corn, Here to this sun-lit hill, The wind wails for a hope forlorn, And ...
I looked like Abraham Lincoln.I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship,But standing for the rights of property ...
After I got religion and steadied downThey gave me a job in the canning works,And every morning I had to ...
My parents thought that I would beAs great as Edison or greater:For as a boy I made balloonsAnd wondrous kites ...
Did you ever hear of Editor WhedonGiving to the public treasury any of the money he receivedFor supporting candidated for ...
I bought every kind of machine that's known —Grinders, shellers, planters, mowers,Mills and rakes and ploughs and threshers —And all ...
Where is my boy, my boy —In what far part of the world?The boy I loved best of all in ...
Horses and men are just alike.There was my stallion, Billy Lee,Black as a cat and trim as a deer,With an ...
Not character, not fortitude, not patienceWere mine, the which the village thought I hadIn bearing with my wife, while preaching ...
If you in the village think that my work was a good one,Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing ...
I sat on the bank above Bernadotte And dropped crumbs in the water, Just to see the minnows bump each ...
I was the Widow McFarlane, Weaver of carpets for all the village. And I pity you still at the loom ...
Harry Wilmans! You who fell in a swamp Near Manila, following the flag, You were not wounded by the greatness ...
After a long day of work in my hot-houses Sleep was sweet, but if you sleep on your left side ...
You never marveled, dullards of Spoon River, When Chase Henry voted against the saloons To revenge himself for being shut ...
Over and over they used to ask me, While buying the wine or the beer, In Peoria first, and later ...
My mother was for woman's rights And my father was the rich miller at London Mills. I dreamed of the ...
After I got religion and steadied down They gave me a job in the canning works, And every morning I ...
If you in the village think that my work was a good one, Who closed the saloons and stopped all ...
Where is my boy, my boy -- In what far part of the world? The boy I loved best of ...
I bought every kind of machine that's known -- Grinders, shellers, planters, mowers, Mills and rakes and ploughs and threshers ...
I looked like Abraham Lincoln. I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship, But standing for the rights ...
Did you ever hear of Editor Whedon Giving to the public treasury any of the money he received For supporting ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
My parents thought that I would be As great as Edison or greater: For as a boy I made balloons ...
Horses and men are just alike. There was my stallion, Billy Lee, Black as a cat and trim as a ...
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