Spoon river anthology 19155/28/2023 ![]() Who played with life all his ninety years, Braving the sleet with bared breast,ĭrinking, rioting, thinking neither of wife nor kin, Nor gold, nor love, nor heaven? ![]() They brought them dead sons from the war, And daughters whom life had crushed,Īnd their children fatherless, crying– All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill. With venerable men of the revolution?– All, all are sleeping on the hill. Where are Uncle Isaac and Aunt Emily, And old Towny Kincaid and Sevigne Houghton, And Major Walker who had talked ![]() ![]() One at the hands of a brute in a brothel, One of a broken pride, in the search for heart’s desire One after life in far-away London and Paris Was brought to her little space by Ella and Kate and Mag– All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill. Where are Ella, Kate, Mag, Lizzie and Edith, The tender heart, the simple soul, the loud, the proud, the happy one?– All, all are sleeping on the hill. One fell from a bridge toiling for children and wife- All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on 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. ![]()
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