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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.

Come To My Cantilations

© Ezra Pound

Come my cantilations,

Let us dump our hatreds into one bunch and be done with them,

Ariel And Caliban

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

I.
Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.
ARIEL.
So Prospero is gone and I am free

Anthony Findlay

© Edgar Lee Masters

Both for the country and for the man,
And for a country as well as a man,
'Tis better to be feared than loved.
And if this country would rather part

The Shepheardes Calender: Januarie

A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)
when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,
All in a sunneshine day, as did befall,
Led forth his flock, that had been long ypent.
So faynt they woxe, and feeble in the folde,
That now vnnethes their feete could them vphold.

The Emigrant Mother

© William Wordsworth

Once having seen her clasp with fond embrace
This Child, I chanted to myself a lay,
Endeavouring, in our English tongue, to trace
Such things as she unto the Babe might say:
And thus, from what I heard and knew, or guessed,
My song the workings of her heart expressed.

The Widow of Nain

© George MacDonald

Forth from the city, with the load
That makes the trampling low,
They walk along the dreary road
That dust and ashes go.

The Evening Company

© James Whitcomb Riley

Within the sitting-room, the company
Had been increased in number. Two or three
Young couples had been added: Emma King,
Ella and Mary Mathers--all could sing
Like veritable angels--Lydia Martin, too,
And Nelly Millikan.--What songs they knew!--

The Patient Countess. - extracted from Albion's England

© William Warner

Impatience chaungeth smoke to flame, but jealousie is hell;

Some wives by patience have reduc'd ill husbands to live well:

Indignation Jones

© Edgar Lee Masters

You would not believe, would you
That I came from good Welsh stock?
That I was purer blooded than the white trash here?
And of more direct lineage than the New Englanders

Dippold the Optician

© Edgar Lee Masters

What do you see now?
Globes of red, yellow, purple.
Just a moment! And now?
My father and mother and sisters.

Doctor Meyers

© Edgar Lee Masters

No other man, unless it was Doc Hill,
Did more for people in this town than l.
And all the weak, the halt, the improvident
And those who could not pay flocked to me.

That There Dog O' Mine

© Henry Lawson

Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at a wayside shanty, from which he had escaped with three fractured ribs, a cracked head, and various minor abrasions. His dog, Tally, had been a sober but savage participator in the drunken row, and had escaped with a broken leg.

Macquarie afterwards shouldered his swag and staggered and struggled along the track ten miles to the Union-Town Hospital. Lord knows how he did it. He didn't exactly know himself. Tally limped behind all the way on three legs. The doctors examined the man's injuries and were surprised at his endurance.

Reuben Pantier

Well, Emily Sparks, your prayers were not wasted,
Your love was not all in vain.
I owe whatever I was in life
To your hope that would not give me up,

In State

I.
O Keeper of the Sacred Key,
And the Great Seal of Destiny,
Whose eye is the blue canopy,
Look down upon the warring world, and tell us what the end will be.

Proverbs

'TIS easier far a wreath to bind,

Than a good owner fort to find.

Thursos Landing

In the night Reave dreamed that Helen
Lay with him in the deep grave, he awoke loathing her,
But when the weak moment between sleep and waking
Was past, his need of her and his judgment of her
Knew their suspended duel; and he heard her breathing,
Irregularly, gently in the dark.