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Captain Craig

I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town

Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig,

Or called him by his name, or looked at him

So curiously, or so concernedly,

As they had looked at ashes; but a few—

Say five or six of us—had found somehow

The spark in him, and we had fanned it there,

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Calvary

Friendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow,

Faint for the flesh, but for the spirit free,

Stung by the mob that came to see the show,

The Master toiled along to Calvary;

We gibed him, as he went, with houndish glee,

Till his dimmed eyes for us did overflow;

We cursed his vengeless hands thrice wretchedly, —

And this was nineteen hundred years ago.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Afterthoughts

We parted where the old gas-lamp still burned

Under the wayside maple and walked on,

Into the dark, as we had always done;

And I, no doubt, if he had not returned,

Might yet be unaware that he had earned

More than earth gives to many who have won

More than it has to give when they are gone—

As duly and indelibly I learned.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Ballad by the Fire

Slowly I smoke and hug my knee,

The while a witless masquerade

Of things that only children see

Floats in a mist of light and shade:

They pass, a flimsy cavalcade,

And with a weak, remindful glow,

The falling embers break and fade,

As one by one the phantoms go.

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Aaron Stark

Withal a meagre man was Aaron Stark, —

Cursed and unkempt, shrewd, shrivelled, and morose.

A miser was he, with a miser's nose,

And eyes like little dollars in the dark.

His thin, pinched mouth was nothing but a mark;

And when he spoke there came like sullen blows

Through scattered fangs a few snarled words and close,

As if a cur were chary of its bark.

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Ben Jonson Entertains a Man from Stratford

You are a friend then, as I make it out,

Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us

Will put an ass's head in Fairyland

As he would add a shilling to more shillings,

All most harmonious, — and out of his

Miraculous inviolable increase

Fills Ilion, Rome, or any town you like

Of olden time with timeless Englishmen;

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Hillcrest

(To Mrs. Edward MacDowell)

No sound of any storm that shakes

Old island walls with older seas

Comes here where now September makes

An island in a sea of trees.

Between the sunlight and the shade

A man may learn till he forgets

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An Old Story

Strange that I did not know him then.

That friend of mine!

I did not even show him then

One friendly sign;

But cursed him for the ways he had

To make me see

My envy of the praise he had

For praising me.

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The House on the Hill

They are all gone away,

The House is shut and still,

There is nothing more to say.

Through broken walls and gray

The winds blow bleak and shrill:

They are all gone away.

Nor is there one to-day

To speak them good or ill:

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Bewick Finzer

Time was when his half million drew

The breath of six per cent;

But soon the worm of what-was-not

Fed hard on his content;

And something crumbled in his brain

When his half million went.

Time passed, and filled along with his

The place of many more;

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Mr Flood's Party

Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night

Over the hill between the town below

And the forsaken upland hermitage

That held as much as he should ever know

On earth again of home, paused warily.

The road was his with not a native near;

And Eben, having leisure, said aloud,

For no man else in Tilbury Town to hear:

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The Children of the Night

For those that never know the light,

The darkness is a sullen thing;

And they, the Children of the Night,

Seem lost in Fortune's winnowing.

But some are strong and some are weak, —

And there's the story. House and home

Are shut from countless hearts that seek

World-refuge that will never come.

Edwin Arlington Robinson