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Edwin Arlington Robinson's Poetry, by first line

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  • Alone, remote, nor witting where I went,
    I found an altar builded in a dream—
    15 lines
  • “Whether all towns and all who live in them—
    So long as they be somewhere in this world
    335 lines
  • You are a friend then, as I make it out,
    Of our man Shakespea
    416 lines
  • The miller's wife had waited long,
    The tea was cold, 
    25 lines
  • Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night
    Over the hill between the 
    61 lines
  • Since Persia fell at Marathon,
    The yellow years have gathered fa
    19 lines, 1 comment
  • They are all gone away,
    The House is shut and still,
    19 lines, 2 comments
  • Because he was a butcher and thereby
    Did earn an honest living&nb
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • There is a drear and lonely tract of hell
    From all the commo
    14 lines
  • I
    We thrill too strangely at the master's touch;
    216 lines
  • Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
    Grew lean while he assailed&nbs
    37 lines, 2 comments
  • Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
    There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
    32 lines
  • We go no more to Calverly's,
    For there the lights are few and low;
    32 lines
  • I did not think that I should find them there
    When I came back again; but there they stood,
    14 lines
  • Let him answer as he will,
    Or be lightsome as he may,
    14 lines
  • Dear Friends, reproach me not for what I do,
    Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
    14 lines
  • At first I thought there was a superfine
    Persuasion in his face; but the free flow
    14 lines
  • Here where the wind is always north-north-east
    And children learn to walk on frozen toes,
    14 lines
  • Two men came out of Shannon's, having known
    The faces of each other for so long
    14 lines
  • A vanished house that for an hour I knew
    By some forgotten chance when I was young
    14 lines
  • Withal a meagre man was Aaron Stark, --
    Cursed and unkempt, shrewd, shrivelled, and morose.
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Blessed with a joy that only she
    Of all alive shall ever know,
    48 lines
  • War shook the land where Levi dwelt,
    And fired the dismal wrath he felt,
    48 lines
  • We parted where the old gas-lamp still burned
    Under the wayside maple and walked on,
    14 lines
  • Like a dry fish flung inland far from shore,
    There lived a sailor, warped and ocean-browned,
    14 lines
  • Never was there a man much uglier
    In eyes of other women, or more grim:
    14 lines
  • Observant of the way she told
    So much of what was true,
    24 lines
  • Unyielding in the pride of his defiance,
    Afloat with none to serve or to command,
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Ten years together without yet a cloud
    They seek each other's eyes at intervals
    14 lines
  • I heard one who said: "Verily,
    What word have I for children here?
    48 lines
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