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Bert Kessler

I winged my bird,

Though he flew toward the setting sun;

But just as the shot rang out, he soared

Up and up through the splinters of golden light,

Till he turned right over, feathers ruffled,

With some of the down of him floating near,

And fell like a plummet into the grass.

I tramped about, parting the tangles,

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Fletcher McGee

She took my strength by minutes,

She took my life by hours,

She drained me like a fevered moon

That saps the spinning world.

The days went by like shadows,

The minutes wheeled like stars.

She took pity from my heart,

And made it into smiles.

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Benjamin Painter

Together in this grave lie Benjamin Painter, attorney at law,

And Nig, his dog, constant companion, solace and friend.

Down the grey road, friends, children, men and women,

Passing one by one out of life, left me till I was alone

With Nig for partner, bed fellow, comrade in drink.

In the morning of life I knew aspiration and saw glory.

Then she, who survives me, snared my soul

With a snare which bled me to death,

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Zenas Witt

I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams,

And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness.

And I couldn't remember the books I read,

Like Frank Drummer who memorized page after page.

And my back was weak, and I worried and worried,

And I was embarrassed and stammered my lessons,

And when I stood up to recite I'd forget

Everything that I had studied.

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Griffy the Cooper

The cooper should know about tubs.

But I learned about life as well,

And you who loiter around these graves

Think you know life.

You think your eye sweeps about a wide horizon, perhaps,

In truth you are only looking around the interior of your tub.

You cannot lift yourself to its rim

And see the outer world of things,

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Judge Somers

How does it happen, tell me,

That I who was the most erudite of lawyers,

Who knew Blackstone and Coke

Almost by heart, who made the greatest speech

The court-house ever heard, and wrote

A brief that won the praise of Justice Breese—

How does it happen, tell me,

That I lie here unmarked, forgotten,

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Mrs Benjamin Painter

I know that he told how I snared his soul

With a snare which bled him to death.

And all the men loved him,

And most of the women pitied him.

But suppose you are really a lady, and have delicate tastes,

And loathe the smell of whisky and onions.

And the rhythm of Wordsworth's "Ode" runs in your ears,

While he goes about from morning till night

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Anthony Findlay

Both for the country and for the man,

And for a country as well as a man,

'Tis better to be feared than loved.

And if this country would rather part

With the friendship of every nation

Than surrender its wealth,

I say of a man 'tis worse to lose

Money than friends.

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Scholfield Huxley

God! ask me not to record your wonders,

I admit the stars and the suns

And the countless worlds.

But I have measured their distances

And weighed them and discovered their substances.

I have devised wings for the air,

And keels for water,

And horses of iron for the earth.

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The Hill

Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom, and Charley,

The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter?

All, all, are sleeping on the hill.

One passed in a fever,

One was burned in a mine,

One was killed in a brawl,

One died in jail,

One fell from a bridge toiling for children and wife—

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Roscoe Purkapile

She loved me. Oh! how she loved me!

I never had a chance to escape

From the day she first saw me.

But then after we were married I thought

She might prove her mortality and let me out,

Or she might divorce me.

But few die, none resign.

Then I ran away and was gone a year on a lark.

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Constance Hately

You praise my self-sacrifice, Spoon River,

In rearing Irene and Mary,

Orphans of my older sister!

And you censure Irene and Mary

For their contempt of me!

But praise not my self-sacrifice,

And censure not their contempt;

I reared them, I cared for them, true enough!—

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