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Jacob Goodpasture

© Edgar Lee Masters

When Fort Sumter fell and the war came
I cried out in bitterness of soul:
"O glorious republic now no more!"
When they buried my soldier son

James Garber

© Edgar Lee Masters

Do you remember, passer-by, the path
I wore across the lot where now stands the opera house,
Hasting with swift feet to work through many years?
Take its meaning to heart:

Written For My Son In His Sickness, To One Of His School fellows.

I little thought that honest Dick
Would slight me so, when I was sick.
Is he a Friend, who only stays,
Whilst Health and Pleasure gild our Days;
Flies, when Disease our Temper sours,
Nor helps to pass the gloomy Hours?

In The Arc Of Your Mallet

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Don't go anywhere without me.

Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,

On Fayrford Windowes

© William Strode

I know no paynt of poetry
Can mend such colourd Imag'ry
In sullen inke: yet Fayrford, I
May relish thy fayre memory.

Samuel Gardner

© Edgar Lee Masters

I who kept the greenhouse,
Lover of trees and flowers,
Oft in life saw this umbrageous elm,
Measuring its generous branches with my eye,

Harmon Whitney

© Edgar Lee Masters

Out of the lights and roar of cities,
Drifting down like a spark in Spoon River,
Burnt out with the fire of drink, and broken,
The paramour of a woman I took in self-contempt,

Transubstantiation

© Madison Julius Cawein

I.

A sunbeam and a drop of dew

William Jones

© Edgar Lee Masters

Once in a while a curious weed unknown to me,
Needing a name from my books;
Once in a while a letter from Yeomans.
Out of the mussel-shells gathered along the shore

If One Might Live

© Ethelwyn Wetherald

If one might live ten years among the leaves,

Tenonly tenof all a life's long day,

Elegy XX. He Compares His Humble Fortune With the Distress of Others

© William Shenstone

Why droops this heart with fancied woes forlorn?
Why sinks my soul beneath this wintry sky?
What pensive crowds, by ceaseless labours worn,
What myriads, wish to be as blessed as I!

Ballad of Reading Gaol II

© Oscar Wilde

He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.

An Old Song Re-sung

© Padraic Colum

As I went down through Dublin city

At the hour of twelve of the night,

Ballade Of Dead Ladies

© Andrew Lang

Prince, all this week thou need'st not pray,
Nor yet this year the thing to know.
One burden answers, ever and aye,
"Nay, but where is the last year's snow?"

Mrs. Meyers

He protested all his life long
The newspapers lied about him villainously;
That he was not at fault for Minerva's fall,
But only tried to help her.

On One Stone Shall Be Seven Eyes

© John Newton

Jesus Christ, the Lord's anointed,
Who his blood for sinners spilt;
Is the Stone by God appointed,
And the church is on him built:
He delivers all who trust him from their guilt.

Departing

Pour we libations to the father, Jove,

And bid him watch propitious o'er our way;

Exempt

They have said you needn't go to the front to face the foe;

They have left you with your women and your children safe at home;

Troopin'

The ~Malabar~'s in 'arbour with the ~Jumner~ at 'er tail,
An' the time-expired's waitin' of 'is orders for to sail.
Ho! the weary waitin' when on Khyber 'ills we lay,
But the time-expired's waitin' of 'is orders 'ome to-day.