Poems by Edgar Lee Masters
Edith Conant
... And we -- we, the memories, stand here for ourselves alone, ...
Sersmith the Dentist
... Do you think that the Battle Hymn of the Republic ...
John Horace Burleson
... Meanwhile friend of the great, and lover of letters, ...
Cooney Potter
... Toiling, denying myself, my wife, my sons, my daughters ...
Sarah Brown
... Tell him that my love for you, no less than my love for him, ...
Hannah Armstrong
... In the army." Well, just in a moment they let me in! ...
Trainor the Druggist
... Only the chemist can tell, and not always the chemist, ...
Plymouth Rock Joe
... Your voice is very metallic this morning, Hortense Robbins -- ...
Abel Melveny
... I bought every kind of machine that's known -- ...
English Thornton
... You who are sons of the hardy yeomanry of the forties! ...
Mrs. Merritt
... I have maddened your brain with the gift of my body: ...
Albert Schirding
... (It was of the water mill before Henry Wilkin put in steam ...
Justice Arnett
... Till I said at last, "Those are not leaves, ...
Minerva Jones
... Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice ...
Tom Beatty
... And if you lose, you can squeal as you will ...
