Harold Arnett (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I leaned against the mantel, sick, sick, Thinking of my failure, looking into the abysm, Weak from the noon-day heat. ...
I leaned against the mantel, sick, sick, Thinking of my failure, looking into the abysm, Weak from the noon-day heat. ...
I belonged to the church, And to the party of prohibition; And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon. ...
I said when they handed me my diploma, I said to myself I will be good And wise and brave ...
Where is my boy, my boy -- In what far part of the world? The boy I loved best of ...
Do you think that odes and sermons, And the ringing of church bells, And the blood of old men and ...
If the learned Supreme Court of Illinois Got at the secret of every case As well as it does a ...
Better than granite, Spoon River, Is the memory-picture you keep of me Standing before the pioneer men and women There ...
"Son," said my mother, When I was knee-high, "you've need of clothes to cover you, and not a rag have ...
Your attention, Thomas Rhodes, president of the bank; Coolbaugh Wedon, editor of the Argus; Rev. Peet, pastor of the leading ...
"There where that ray touches the plain And the shadows escape as if they really ran, Warsaw stands, open from ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
When everything was fine And the notion of sin had vanished And the earth was ready In universal peace To ...
Do you remember when I stood on the steps Of the Court House and talked free-silver, And the single-tax of ...
"Goneys an' gullies an' all o' the birds o' the sea They ain't no birds, not really", said Billy the ...
My valiant fight! For I call it valiant, With my father's beliefs from old Virginia: Hating slavery, but no less ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
What but the love of God could have softened And made forgiving the people of Spoon River Toward me who ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A ...
On a mountain top above the clouds That streamed like a sea below me I said that peak is the ...
My wife lost her health, And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds. Then that woman, whom the men Styled ...
When I first came to Spoon River I did not know whether what they told me Was true or false. ...
Back and forth, back and forth, to and from the church, With my Bible under my arm Till I was ...
Some people find out they are Jews. They can't believe it. Thy had always hated Jews. As children they had ...
Christmas defeated Chanukah once again last night by a margin of three billion dollars or so, but every time I ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Oh when I think of my long-suffering race, For weary centuries despised, oppressed, Enslaved and lynched, denied a human place ...
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
Beauty and Beauty's son and rosemary - Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly - born of the sea ...
More like a vault -- you pull the handle out and on the shelves: not a lot, and what there ...
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls ...
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