Edwin Arlington Robinson

(22 December 1869 – 6 April 1935 / Maine / United States)

Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

81. Mr. Flood's Party 1/3/2003
82. Neighbors 1/3/2003
83. New England 1/3/2003
84. Nimmo 1/3/2003
85. Octaves 1/3/2003
86. Old King Cole 1/3/2003
87. Old Trails 1/3/2003
88. On The Night Of A Friend's Wedding 1/3/2003
89. On The Way 1/3/2003
90. Partnership 1/3/2003
91. Pasa Thalassa Thalassa 1/3/2003
92. Peace On Earth 1/3/2003
93. Rahel To Varnhagen 1/3/2003
94. Recalled 1/3/2003
95. Rembrandt To Rembrandt 1/3/2003
96. Reuben Bright 1/3/2003
97. Richard Cory 12/31/2002
98. Sainte-Nitouche 1/3/2003
99. Shadrach O'Leary 1/3/2003
100. Siege Perilous 1/3/2003
101. Sonnet 1/3/2003
102. Souvenir 1/3/2003
103. Stafford's Cabin 1/3/2003
104. Supremacy 1/3/2003
105. Tact 1/3/2003
106. Tasker Norcross 1/3/2003
107. The Altar 1/3/2003
108. The Book Of Annandale 1/3/2003
109. The Burning Book 1/3/2003
110. The Children Of The Night 1/3/2003
111. The Chorus Of Old Men In Aegus 1/3/2003
112. The Clerks 1/3/2003
113. The Clinging Vine 1/3/2003
114. The Companion 1/3/2003
115. The Corridor 1/3/2003
116. The Dark Hills 1/3/2003
117. The Dark House 1/3/2003
118. The Dead Village 1/3/2003
119. The False Gods 1/3/2003
120. The Field Of Glory 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Edwin Arlington Robinson

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went ...

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Twilight Song

Through the shine, through the rain
We have shared the day’s load;
To the old march again
We have tramped the long road;
We have laughed, we have cried,
And we’ve tossed the King’s crown;
We have fought, we have died,
And we’ve trod the day down.
So it’s lift the old song

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