All Poems
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Herbert Marshall
© Edgar Lee Masters
All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of me
Sprang from your delusion that it was wantonness
Of spirit and contempt of your soul's rights
Which made me turn to Annabelle and forsake you.
The Rowfant Catalogue
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Friends had he many, neighbours next to none.
Rowfant and Crabbet lay few fields apart.
Each Sunday saw him here, his church drill done,
Duly stroll in to talk of books and art,
Doc Hill
© Edgar Lee Masters
I went up and down the streets
Here and there by day and night,
Through all hours of the night caring for the poor who were sick.
Do you know why?
The Widow Of Crescentius : Part I.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades,
Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades,
Francis Turner
© Edgar Lee Masters
I could not run or play
In boyhood.
In manhood I could only sip the cup,
Not drink --
Benjamin Fraser
© Edgar Lee Masters
Their spirits beat upon mine
Like the wings of a thousand butterflies.
I closed my eyes and felt their spirits vibrating.
I closed my eyes, yet I knew when their lashes
Sonnet XXV
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
We are in Fate and Fate's and do but lack
Outness from soul to know ourselves its dwelling,
Silence
© Edgar Lee Masters
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid,
And the silence of the sick
Down Around The River
© James Whitcomb Riley
Noon-time and June-time, down around the river!
Have to furse with 'Lizey Ann--but lawzy! I fergive her!
Wendell P. Bloyd
© Edgar Lee Masters
They first charged me with disorderly conduct,
There being no statute on blasphemy.
Later they locked me up as insane
Where I was beaten to death by a Catholic guard.
The Sleepers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
As a swallow that sits on the roof,
I gaze on the world aloof;
In the silence, when men lie sleeping,
I hear the noise of weeping:
Marie Bateson
© Edgar Lee Masters
You observe the carven hand
With the index finger pointing heavenward.
That is the direction, no doubt.
But how shall one follow it?
The Redwing
© Bliss William Carman
I HEAR you, Brother, I hear you,
Down in the alder swamp,
Springing your woodland whistle
To herald the April pomp!
Robert Fulton Tanner
© Edgar Lee Masters
If a man could bite the giant hand
That catchs and destroys him,
As I was bitten by a rat
While demonstrating my patent trap,
A December Day
© Robert Fuller Murray
Blue, blue is the sea to-day,
Warmly the light
Sleeps on St. Andrews Bay -
Blue, fringed with white.
Griffy the Cooper
© Edgar Lee Masters
The cooper should know about tubs.
But I learned about life as well,
And you who loiter around these graves
Think you know life.
Lucinda Matlock
© Edgar Lee Masters
I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
And played snap-out at Winchester.
One time we changed partners,
Driving home in the midnight of middle June,
At The Gate
© Edith Nesbit
THE monastery towers, as pure and fair
As virgin vows, reached up white hands to Heaven;
