I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I wa… I went to the city for themes and… There married the banker’s daughte…

Do the boys and girls still go to… For cider, after school, in late… Or gather hazel nuts among the thi… On Aaron Hatfield’s farm when the… For many times with the laughing g…

The sudden death of Eugene Carman Put me in line to be promoted to f… And I told my wife and children t… But it didn’t come, and so I thou… Old Rhodes suspected me of steali…

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.

We quarreled that morning, For he was sixty-five, and I was… And I was nervous and heavy with… Whose birth I dreaded. I thought over the last letter wri…

There at Geneva where Mt. Blanc… The wine-hued lake like a cloud, w… Out of an empty sky of blue, and t… Hurried under the bridge through c… And the music along the cafés was…

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 are over there, Father Malloy… Where holy ground is, and the cros… Not here with us on the hill— Us of wavering faith, and clouded… And drifting hope, and unforgiven…

They have Chiseled on my stone th… ‘His life was gentle, and the elem… That nature might stand up and say… This was a man.’ Those who knew me smile

I was the first fruits of the batt… When I felt the bullet enter my h… I wished I had staid at home and… For stealing the hogs of Curl Tre… Instead of running away and joinin…

Not “a youth with hoary head and h… But an old man with a smooth skin And black hair! I had the face of a boy as long as… And for years a soul that was stif…

I belonged to the church, And to the party of prohibition; And the villagers thought I died… In truth I had cirrhosis of the l… For every noon for thirty years,

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…

I was just turned twenty-one, And Henry Phipps, the Sunday-sch… Made a speech in Bindle’s Opera… “The honor of the flag must be uph… “Whether it be assailed by a barba…

Samuel is forever talking of his e… But I did not need to die to lear… I, who dug all the ditches about… Look at my elm! Sprung from as good a seed as his,