Spoon River Anthology

Spoon River Anthology

MCumber, Daniel McDowell, Rutherford McFarlane, Widow McGee, Fletcher McGee, Ollie MGrew, Jennie MGrew, Mickey McGuire, Jack McNeely, Mary McNeely, Paul McNeely, Washington Malloy, Father Marsh, Zilpha Marshal, The Town Marshall, Herbert Mason, Serepta Matheny, Faith Matlock, Davis Matlock, Lucinda Melveny, Abel Merritt, Mrs. Merritt, Tom Metcalf, Willie Meyers, Doctor Meyers, Mrs. Micure, Hamlet Miles, J. Milton Miller, Julia Miner, Georgine Sand Moir, Alfred Sayre, Johnnie Scates, Hiram Schirding, Albert Schmidt, Felix Schrder The Fisherman Scott, Julian Sersmith the Dentist Sewall, Harlan Sharp, Percival Shaw, Ace Shelley, Percy Bysshe Shope, Tennessee Claflin Sibley, Amos Sibley, Mrs. Siever, Conrad Simmons, Walter Sissman, Dillard Slack, Margaret Fuller Smith, Louise Soldiers, Many Somers, Jonathan Swift Somers, Judge Sparks, Emily Spooniad, The Standard, W. Lloyd Garrison Stewart, Lillian Stoddard, Judson Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley, The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter? All, all are sleeping on the hill. One passed in a fever, One was burned in a mine, One was killed in a brawl, One died in a jail, One fell from a bridge toiling for children and wife All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill. Where are Ella, Kate, Mag, Lizzie and Edith, The tender heart, the simple soul, the loud, the proud, the happy one? All, all are sleeping on the hill. One died in shameful child-birth, One of a thwarted love, One at the hands of a brute in a brothel, One of a broken pride, in the search for hearts desire; One after life in far-away London and Paris Was brought to her little space by Ella and Kate and Mag All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill. Where are Uncle Isaac and Aunt Emily, And old Towny Kincaid and Sevigne Houghton, And Major Walker who had talked With venerable men of the revolution? All, all are sleeping on the hill. They brought them dead sons from the war, And daughters whom life had crushed, And their children fatherless, crying All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill. Where is Old Fiddler Jones Who played with life all his ninety years, Braving the sleet with bared breast, Drinking, rioting, thinking neither of wife nor kin, Nor gold, nor love, nor heaven? Lo! he babbles of the fish-frys of long ago, Of the horse-races of long ago at Clarys Grove, Of what Abe Lincoln said One time at Springfield. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 1280
Author: Masters, Edgar Lee
Release Date: Apr 1, 1998
Format: eBook
Language: English