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Lois Spears

© Edgar Lee Masters

Here lies the body of Lois Spears,
Born Lois Fluke, daughter of Willard Fluke,
Wife of Cyrus Spears,
Mother of Myrtle and Virgil Spears,

Number And Nationality

© William Baylebridge

Since number needs, let our convention be
More large and simple here, more profitably free.

William Goode

© Edgar Lee Masters

To all in the village I seemed, no doubt,
To go this way and that way, aimlessly.
But here by the river you can see at twilight
The soft-winged bats fly zig-zag here and there --

Elegiac Stanzas On The Death Of Sir Peter Parker, Bart.

© George Gordon Byron

There is a tear for all that die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave;
But nations swell the funeral cry,
And Triumph weeps above the brave.

Webster Ford

© Edgar Lee Masters

Do you remember, O Delphic Apollo,
The sunset hour by the river, when Mickey M'Grew
Cried, "There's a ghost," and I, "It's Delphic Apollo";
And the son of the banker derided us, saying, "It's light

He Fell Among Thieves

© Sir Henry Newbolt

Ye have robbd, said he, ye have slaughterd and made an end,
Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:
What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?
Blood for our blood, they said.

My mother was for woman's rights
And my father was the rich miller at London Mills.
I dreamed of the wrongs of the world and wanted to right them.
When my father died, I set out to see peoples and countries

The Treasure Of The Wise Man

© James Whitcomb Riley

O the night was dark and the night was late,

And the robbers came to rob him;

Adam Weirauch

© Edgar Lee Masters

I was crushed between Altgeld and Armour.
I lost many friends, much time and money
Fighting for Altgeld whom Editor Whedon
Denounced as the candidate of gamblers and anarchists.

The Seedling

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

AS a quiet little seedling
Lay within its darksome bed,
To itself it fell a-talking,
And this is what it said:

Calvin Campbell

© Edgar Lee Masters

Ye who are kicking against Fate,
Tell me how it is that on this hill-side,
Running down to the river,
Which fronts the sun and the south-wind,

Enter Herodias

© Arthur Symons

A vampire, not a Woman, a Thing obscene.

Eyes hideous as the eyes of a hired Whore,

Aner Clute

© Edgar Lee Masters

Over and over they used to ask me,
While buying the wine or the beer,
In Peoria first, and later in Chicago,
Denver, Frisco, New York, wherever I lived,

The Hartley Calamity

© Joseph Skipsey

The Hartley men are noble, and
Ye'll hear a tale of woe;
I'll tell the doom of the Hartley men -
The year of sixty two.

Mabel Osborne

Your red blossoms amid green leaves
Are drooping, beautiful geranium!
But you do not ask for water.
You cannot speak! You do not need to speak --

A Drowsy Day

THE air is dark, the sky is gray,

The misty shadows come and go,

Enoch Dunlap

How many times, during the twenty years
I was your leader, friends of Spoon River,
Did you neglect the convention and caucus,
And leave the burden on my hands

Herman Altman

Did I follow Truth wherever she led,
And stand against the whole world for a cause,
And uphold the weak against the strong?
If I did I would be remembered among men

The Resurrection And The Life

© John Newton

I Am, saith Christ our glorious head,
(May we attention give)
The resurrection of the dead,
The life of all that live.

Amos Sibley

Not character, not fortitude, not patience
Were mine, the which the village thought I had
In bearing with my wife, while preaching on,
Doing the work God chose for me.