(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ALLEGORICAL RELATIONS. A FAINT LIGHT SHOWS DIMLY THROUGH THE...

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…

There would be a knock at the door And I would arise at midnight and… Where belated travelers would hear… Sepulchral boards and tacking sati… And often I wondered who would go…

(America Conquers Europe.) Foul shapes that hate the day, aga… Late driven hence, infested fane a… The laurels of our victory were am… Vile King-craft with his breed of…

They would have lynched me Had I not been secretly hurried a… To the jail at Peoria. And yet I was going peacefully ho… Carrying my jug, a little drunk,

Better than granite, Spoon River, Is the memory-picture you keep of… Standing before the pioneer men an… There at Concord Church on Commu… Speaking in broken voice of the pe…

It was moon-light, and the earth s… With new-fallen frost. It was midnight and not a soul abr… Out of the chimney of the court-ho… A gray-hound of smoke leapt and ch…

Very well, you liberals, And navigators into realms intelle… You sailors through heights imagin… Blown about by erratic currents, t… You Margaret Fuller Slacks, Peti…

I would have been as great as Geo… But for an untoward fate. For look at the photograph of me m… Chin resting on hand, and deep-set… Gray, too, and far-searching.

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…

I wanted to be County Judge One more term, so as to round out… Of thirty years. But my friends left me and joined… And they elected a new man.

Dust of my dust, And dust with my dust, O, child who died as you entered t… Dead with my death! Not knowing breath, though you tri…

I was the Widow McFarlane, Weaver of carpets for all the vill… And I pity you still at the loom… You who are singing to the shuttle And lovingly watching the work of…

I was the milliner Talked about, lied about, Mother of Dora, Whose strange disappearance Was charged to her rearing.

I inherited forty acres from my F… And, by working my wife, my two so… From dawn to dusk, I acquired A thousand acres. But not content… Wishing to own two thousand acres,