Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

1. The Book Of Annandale 1/3/2003
2. The Corridor 1/3/2003
3. Rahel To Varnhagen 1/3/2003
4. Lisette And Eileen 1/3/2003
5. Momus 1/3/2003
6. Vickery's Mountain 1/3/2003
7. The Old King's New Jester 1/3/2003
8. The Growth Of Lorraine 1/3/2003
9. The New Tenants 1/3/2003
10. Two Octaves 1/3/2003
11. The White Lights 1/3/2003
12. The Return Of Morgan And Fingal 1/3/2003
13. Vain Gratuities 1/3/2003
14. The Sunken Crown 1/3/2003
15. The Chorus Of Old Men In Aegus 1/3/2003
16. The Klondike 1/3/2003
17. Haunted House 4/19/2016
18. Recalled 1/3/2003
19. Llewellyn And The Tree 1/3/2003
20. Pasa Thalassa Thalassa 1/3/2003
21. Erasmus 1/3/2003
22. For Some Poems By Matthew Arnold 1/3/2003
23. Inferential 1/3/2003
24. Theophilus 1/3/2003
25. Horace To Leuconoë 1/3/2003
26. Isaac And Archibald 1/3/2003
27. Lingard And The Stars 1/3/2003
28. Villanelle Of Change 1/3/2003
29. Old Trails 1/3/2003
30. Fragment 1/3/2003
31. Tasker Norcross 1/3/2003
32. L'Envoy 1/3/2003
33. Uncle Ananias 1/3/2003
34. Souvenir 1/3/2003
35. The Wise Brothers 1/3/2003
36. Two Sonnets 1/3/2003
37. Atherton's Gambit 1/3/2003
38. Two Quatrains 1/3/2003
39. Clavering 1/3/2003
40. The Revealer 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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