You praise my self-sacrifice, Spo… In rearing Irene and Mary, Orphans of my older sister! And you censure Irene and Mary For their contempt of me!

You may think, passer-by, that Fa… Is a pit-fall outside of yourself, Around which you may walk by the u… And wisdom. Thus you believe, viewing the live…

At four o’clock in late October I sat alone in the country school-… Back from the road 'mid stricken f… And an eddy of wind blew leaves on… And crooned in the flue of the can…

If thou, Columbia, dost from this… The condor beak and python eyes—re… Bethink thee of the years that Fr… Was husbanded by devil-feet which… To scatter lies and wrongs; until…

“What will you do when you come to… If all your life long you have rej… And know as you lie there, He is… Over and over I said, I, the revi… Ah, yes! but there are friends and…

Observe the clasped hands! Are they hands of farewell or gree… Hands that I helped or hands that… Would it not be well to carve a ha… With an inverted thumb, like Elag…

Spring and Summer, Fall and Wint… After each other drifting, past my… And I lay so many years watching… The years till a terror came in my… With the feeling that I had becom…

I looked like Abraham Lincoln. I was one of you, Spoon River, in… But standing for the rights of pro… A regular church attendant, Sometimes appearing in your town m…

I had no objection at all To selling my household effects at… On the village square. It gave my beloved flock the chanc… To get something which had belonge…

When I first came to Spoon River I did not know whether what they t… Was true or false. They would bring me an epitaph And stand around the shop while I…

Silent before the jury, Returning no word to the judge whe… If I had aught to say against the… Only shaking my head. What could I say to people who th…

Do you think that odes and sermons… And the ringing of church bells, And the blood of old men and young… Martyred for the truth they saw With eyes made bright by faith in…

She loved me. Oh! how she loved m… I never had a chance to escape From the day she first saw me. But then after we were married I… She might prove her mortality and…

The pine woods on the hill, And the farmhouse miles away, Showed clear as though behind a le… Under a sky of peacock blue! But a blanket of cloud by afternoo…

I had fiddled all day at the count… But driving home “Butch” Weldy an… Who were roaring full, made me fid… To the song of Susie Skinner, whi… Till they ran away.