Did my widow flit about From Mackinac to Los Angeles, Resting and bathing and sitting an… Or more at the table over soup and… And delicate sweets and coffee?

Vegetarian, non-resistant, free-th… Orator apt at the rhine-stone rhyt… Carnivorous, avenger, believer and… Continent, promiscuous, changeable… Proud, with the pride that makes s…

I was sixteen, and I had the most… And specks before my eyes, and ner… And I couldn’t remember the books… Like Frank Drummer who memorized… And my back was weak, and I worri…

In my life I was the town drunkar… When I died the priest denied me… In holy ground. The which rebounded to my good for… For the Protestants bought this l…

Tell me ye King-craft of to-day Where is Athens, who made men fre… Then sank into stupor by the way, Subdued by the Spartan tyranny? And Rome that staggered to death,…

Is it true, Spoon River, That in the hall-way of the New C… There is a tablet of bronze Containing the embossed faces Of Editor Whedon and Thomas Rhod…

A giant as we hoped, in truth, a d… A barrel of slop that shines on L… Which at first seemed a vessel wit… For thirsty lips. So down the swi… You went through sloven spirit, cr…

Not, where the stairway turns in t… A hooded figure, shriveled under a… Not yellow eyes in the room at nig… Staring out from a surface of cobw… And not the flap of a condor wing,

Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane! How you stole in the room (where… In your nurse’s cap and linen cuff… And took my hand and said with a s… “You are not so ill—you’ll soon be…

You have become a forge of snow-wh… A crucible of molten steel, O Fra… Your sons are stars who cluster to… And fade in light for you, O glor… They pass through meteor changes w…

In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted hickory cane,

In the last spring I ever knew, In those last days, I sat in the forsaken orchard Where beyond fields of greenery sh… The hills at Miller’s Ford;

At first you will know not what th… And you may never know, And we may never tell you:— These sudden flashes in your soul, Like lambent lightning on snowy cl…

Flag of the great republic, banner… Carried aloft for freedom in many… Torn by the shot of tyrants in bat… The rallying hope of our fathers b… But what is it but a rag, save it…

’Twas the shrunken soul of the tra… That whined in a coign of the dark… And the fiends were aroused from s… When Cerberus began to bark. ‘Methought that I spoke’ said Jul…