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Collected poems

Robinson, Edwin Arlington (1869-1935)

COLLECTED POEMS

THE MAN AGAINST THE SKY (1916)

BEN JONSON ENTERTAINS A MAN FROM STRATFORD

LLEWELLYN AND THE TREE

BEWICK FINZER

BOKARDO

THE MAN AGAINST THE SKY

THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT (1890-1897)

JOHN EVERELDOWN

LUKE HAVERGAL

THREE QUATRAINS

II.

III.

III

AN OLD STORY

BALLADE BY THE FIRE

BALLADE OF BROKEN FLUTES

HER EYES

TWO MEN

VILLANELLE OF CHANGE

THE HOUSE ON THE HILL

THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME

AMARYLLIS

ZOLA

THE PITY OF THE LEAVES

AARON STARK

THE GARDEN

CLIFF KLINGENHAGEN

CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES

II.

ON THE NIGHT OF A FRIEND'S WEDDING

THE CHORUS OF OLD MEN IN "ÆGEUS"

THE WILDERNESS

OCTAVES

II.

III.

III

IV.

VI.

VII.

VII

VIII.

VIII

IX.

XI.

XII.

XII

XIII.

XIII

XIV.

XIV

XV.

XVI.

XVII.

XVIII.

XIX.

XX.

XXI.

XXII.

XXIII.

II.

CAPTAIN CRAIG, ETC. (1902)

CAPTAIN CRAIG

II.

III.

III

ISAAC AND ARCHIBALD

THE RETURN OF MORGAN AND FINGAL

AUNT IMOGEN

THE KLONDIKE

THE GROWTH OF "LORRAINE"

II.

THE SAGE

ERASMUS

THE WOMAN AND THE WIFE

I—The Explanation

II.

II—The Anniversary

THE BOOK OF ANNANDALE

II.

SAINTE-NITOUCHE

AS A WORLD WOULD HAVE IT

VARIATIONS OF GREEK THEMES

II.

III.

III

IV.

VI.

VII.

VII

VIII.

VIII

IX.

XI.

THE FIELD OF GLORY

MERLIN (1917)

MERLIN

II.

III.

III

IV.

VI.

VII.

VII

THE TOWN DOWN THE RIVER (1910)

THE MASTER

THE TOWN DOWN THE RIVER

II.

III.

IV.

II.

III.

LINGARD AND THE STARS

PASA THALASSA THALASSA

II.

FIRST.

SECOND.

THIRD.

BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD

HOW ANNANDALE WENT OUT

TWO GARDENS IN LINNDALE

THE REVEALER

LANCELOT (1920)

LANCELOT

II.

III.

III

IV.

VI.

VII.

VII

VIII.

VIII

IX.

THE THREE TAVERNS (1920)

THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW

II.

THE OLD KING'S NEW JESTER

LAZARUS

AVON'S HARVEST, ETC. (1921)

AVON'S HARVEST

MR. FLOOD'S PARTY

BEN TROVATO

THE TREE IN PAMELA'S GARDEN

MONADNOCK THROUGH THE TREES

THE LONG RACE

MANY ARE CALLED

REMBRANDT TO REMBRANDT

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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:
There is nothing more to say.

Why is it then we stray
Around the sunken sill?
They are all gone away,

And our poor fancy-play
For them is wasted skill:
There is nothing more to say.

There is ruin and decay
In the House on the Hill:
They are all gone away,
There is nothing more to say.