Seth Compton (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
When I died, the circulating libraryWhich I built up for Spoon River,And managed for the good of inquiring minds,Was sold ...
When I died, the circulating libraryWhich I built up for Spoon River,And managed for the good of inquiring minds,Was sold ...
Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard oneBecause his children were all failures.But I know of a fate more trying ...
Passer-by, sin beyond any sinIs the sin of blindness of souls to other souls.And joy beyond any joy is the ...
They would have lynched meHad I not been secretly hurried awayTo the jail at Peoria.And yet I was going peacefully ...
I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams,And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness.And I couldn't remember ...
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...
What will you do when you come to die,If all your life long you have rejected Jesus,And know as you ...
As to democracy, fellow citizens,Are you not prepared to admitThat I, who inherited riches and was to the manor born,Was ...
Why did you bruise me with your rough placesIf you did not want me to tell you about them?And stifle ...
I have studied many timesThe marble which was chiseled for me —A boat with a furled sail at rest in ...
Where is my boy, my boy —In what far part of the world?The boy I loved best of all in ...
After I had attended lecturesAt our Chautauqua, and studied FrenchFor twenty years, committing the grammarAlmost by heart,I thought I'd take ...
(Europe Conquers America.) Strong for the strong and in his own conceit; Half-boy, half-madman, playing with the fire; Usurper, hoodlum, ...
They laughed at me as "Prof. Moon,"As a boy in Spoon River, born with the thirstOf knowing about the stars.They ...
I would have been as great as George EliotBut for an untoward fate.For look at the photograph of me made ...
(America Conquers Europe.) Foul shapes that hate the day, again grown bold, Late driven hence, infested fane and court. The ...
Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bushIn a forgotten place near the fenceWhere the thickets from Siever's ...
Silent before the jury,Returning no word to the judge when he asked meIf I had aught to say against the ...
Together in this grave lie Benjamin Painter, attorney at law, And Nig, his dog, constant companion, solace and friend. Down ...
I made two fights for the people.First I left my party, bearing the gonfalonOf independence, for reform, and was defeated.Next ...
Ye young debaters over the doctrineOf the soul's immortalityI who lie here was the village atheist,Talkative, contentious, versed in the ...
They called me the weakling, the simpleton,For my brothers were strong and beautiful,While I, the last child of parents who ...
Passer-by,To love is to find your own soulThrough the soul of the beloved one.When the beloved one withdraws itself from ...
Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosionsEaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain —Almost as if an intangible ...
Have any of you, passers-by,Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort?Or a pain in the side that never ...
Horses and men are just alike.There was my stallion, Billy Lee,Black as a cat and trim as a deer,With an ...
I was sick, but more than that, I was madAt the crooked police, and the crooked game of life.So I ...
If thou, Columbia, dost from this, thy son-- The condor beak and python eyes--recoil, Bethink thee of the years that ...
In my Spanish cloak,And old slouch hat,And overshoes of felt,And Tyke, my faithful dog,And my knotted hickory cane,I slipped about ...
I was only eight years old;And before I grew up and knew what it meantI had no words for it, ...
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