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"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. |
"You fade—as if the last of days
Were fading and all wars were done."
Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), U.S. poet. The Dark Hills (l. 7-8). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"They are all gone away,
The house is shut and still,
There is nothing more to say."
Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), U.S. poet. The House on the Hill (l. 1-3). . .
Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company. |
"He may have had for evil or for good
No argument; he may have had no care
For what without himself went anywhere"
Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), U.S. poet. The Man against the Sky (l. 77-79). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press. |
"When infant Science makes a pleasant face
And waves again that hollow toy, the Race;"
Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), U.S. poet. The Man against the Sky (l. 253-254). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press. |
"the cold eternal shores
That look sheer down
To the dark tideless floods of Nothingness
Where all who know may drown."
Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), U.S. poet. The Man against the Sky (l. 311-314). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press. |
"Are we no greater than the noise we make
Along one blind atomic pilgrimage
Whereon by crass chance billeted we go
Because our brains and bones and cartilage
Will have it so?"
Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), U.S. poet. The Man against the Sky (l. 216-220). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press. |
"He may have been a master of his fate,
And of his atoms,—ready as another
In his emergence to exonerate
His father and his mother;"
Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), U.S. poet. The Man against the Sky (l. 169-172). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press. |
"He may, be seeing all things for the best,
Incite futurity to do the rest."
Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), U.S. poet. The Man against the Sky (l. 69-70). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press. |
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