Both for the country and for the m… And for a country as well as a man… ’Tis better to be feared than love… And if this country would rather p… With the friendship of every natio…

The earth keeps some vibration goi… There in your heart, and that is y… And if the people find you can fid… Why, fiddle you must, for all your… What do you see, a harvest of clov…

Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis, And Doc Hill called it leucaemia— But I know what brought me here: I was sixty-four but strong as a m… Of thirty-five or forty.

When I went to the city, Mary Mc… I meant to return for you, yes I… But Laura, my landlady’s daughter… Stole into my life somehow, and wo… Then after some years whom should…

Why did you bruise me with your ro… If you did not want me to tell you… And stifle me with your stupiditie… If you did not want me to expose t… And nail me with the nails of crue…

Out of the lights and roar of citi… Drifting down like a spark in Spo… Burnt out with the fire of drink,… The paramour of a woman I took in… But to hide a wounded pride as wel…

I wanted to go away to college But rich Aunt Persis wouldn’t hel… So I made gardens and raked the l… And bought John Alden’s books wit… And toiled for the very means of l…

After a long day of work in my hot… Sleep was sweet, but if you sleep… Your dreams may be abruptly ended. I was among my flowers where some… Seemed to be raising them on trial…

Why was I not devoured by self-co… And rotted down by indifference And impotent revolt like Indignat… Why, with all of my errant steps Did I miss the fate of Willard F…

In a lingering fever many visions… I was in the little house again With its great yard of clover Running down to the board-fence, Shadowed by the oak tree,

My valiant fight! For I call it v… With my father’s beliefs from old… Hating slavery, but no less war. I, full of spirit, audacity, coura… Thrown into life here in Spoon Ri…

I have two monuments besides this… One, the house I built on the hil… With its spires, bay windows, and… The other, the lake-front in Chic… Where the railroad keeps a switchi…

I have known the silence of the st… And the silence of the city when i… And the silence of a man and a mai… And the silence of the sick When their eyes roam about the roo…

When my moustache curled, And my hair was black, And I wore tight trousers And a diamond stud, I was an excellent knave of hearts…

I was not beloved of the villagers… But all because I spoke my mind, And met those who transgressed aga… With plain remonstrance, hiding no… Nor secret griefs nor grudges.