There is no marriage in Heaven, but there is love.
Edgar Lee MastersMots clés spoon-river-anthology sarah-brown
The tongue may be an unruly member--
But silence poisons the soul.
Mots clés dorcas-gustine spoon-river
Rather a thousand times the county jail than to lie under this marble figure with wings and this granite pedestal bearing the words "pro patria." What do they mean anyway?
Edgar Lee MastersSeeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick, Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics, While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines.
Edgar Lee MastersThe earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, why fiddle you must, for all your life.
Edgar Lee Mastersthe much-sought prize of eternal youth
Is just arrested growth.
Mots clés growing-up youth immaturity maturity
And I never started to plow in my life
That some one did not stop in the road
And take me away to a dance or picnic.
I ended up with forty acres;
I ended up with a broken fiddle—
And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories,
And not a single regret.
Mots clés memories laugh regret single jones fiddle fiddler
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished;
And what is love but a rose that fades?
Mots clés love
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