"So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head." Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), U.S. poet. Richard Cory (l. 13-16). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press. |
"Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time,
Tiering the same dull webs of discontent,
Clipping the same sad alnage of the years." Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), U.S. poet. The Clerks (l. 12-14). . .
Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books. |
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