Joseph Dixon (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Who carved this shattered harp on my stone? I died to you, no doubt. But how many harps and pianos ...
Who carved this shattered harp on my stone? I died to you, no doubt. But how many harps and pianos ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
There stands a hostel by a travelled way; Life is the road and Death the worthy host; Each guest he ...
When Fort Sumter fell and the war came I cried out in bitterness of soul: "O glorious republic now no ...
So swift the hours are moving Unto the time unproved: Farewell my love unloving, Farewell my love beloved! What! are ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
A bear, however hard he tries, Grows tubby without exercise. Our Teddy Bear is short and fat, Which is not ...
Toward the last The truth of others was untruth to me; The justice of others injustice to me; Their reasons ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red), And all the day ...
Where is my boy, my boy -- In what far part of the world? The boy I loved best of ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
By this part of the century few are left who believe in the animals for they are not there in ...
I wrote him a letter asking him for old times' sake To discharge my sick boy from the army; But ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock? That I was purer blooded than the ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert? A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand? Whoever he was. ...
My parents thought that I would be As great as Edison or greater: For as a boy I made balloons ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes. Some would be devoted to acting against consciousness, Like the flight ...
After you have enriched your soul To the highest point, With books, thought, suffering, the understanding of many personalities, The ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
The road led straight to the temple. Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. The huge doors were closed. I ...
Have any of you, passers-by, Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort? Or a pain in the side ...
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: Penelope did this too. And more than ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
Not character, not fortitude, not patience Were mine, the which the village thought I had In bearing with my wife, ...
And do you think that love itself, Living in such an ugly house, Can prosper long? We meet and part; ...
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