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Edwin Arlington Robinson's Poetry, by title

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  • When these graven lines you see,
    Traveller, do not pity me;
    16 lines, 2 comments
  • Two men came out of Shannon's, having known
    The faces of each other for so long
    14 lines
  • Withal a meagre man was Aaron Stark, --
    Cursed and unkempt, shrewd, shrivelled, and morose.
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • We parted where the old gas-lamp still burned
    Under the wayside maple and walked on,
    14 lines
  • He knocked, and I beheld him at the door--
    A vision for the gods to verify.
    14 lines
  • Once, when I wandered in the woods alone,
    An old man tottered up to me and said,
    14 lines, 3 comments
  • “Why am I not myself these many days,
    You ask? And have you nothing more to ask?
    15 lines
  • (SAINT HELENA, 1821)
    210 lines
  • Strange that I did not know him then.
    That friend of mine!
    12 lines
  • Think not, because I wonder where you fled,
    That I would lift a pin to see you there;
    15 lines
  • Old Archibald, in his eternal chair,
    Where trespassers, whatever their degree,
    21 lines
  • Shall I never make him look at me again?
    I look at him, I look my life at him
    78 lines
  • The Master played the bishop’s pawn,
    For jest, while Atherton looked on;
    41 lines
  • Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore
    The children—Jane, Sylvester, and Young George—
    145 lines, 1 comment
  • Fear, like a living fire that only death
    Might one day cool, had now in Avon’s eyes
    1034 lines
  • Slowly I smoke and hug my knee,
    The while a witless masquerade
    29 lines, 1 comment
  • Down by the flash of the restless water
    The dim White Ship like a white bird lay;
    29 lines
  • In dreams I crossed a barren land,
    A land of ruin, far away;
    29 lines
  • As we the withered ferns
    By the roadway lying,
    29 lines
  • You are a friend then, as I make it out,
    Of our man Shakespea
    416 lines
  • The Deacon thought. “I know them,” he began,
    “And they are all you ever heard of them—
    15 lines
  • Time was when his half million drew
    The breath of six per cent;
    30 lines
  • Well, Bokardo, here we are;
    Make yourself at home.
    133 lines
  • Child of a line accurst
    And old as Troy,
    55 lines
  • My northern pines are good enough for me,
    But there’s a town my memory uprears—
    8 lines
  • “There, but for the grace of God, goes…”
    50 lines
  • Friendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow,
    Faint for the flesh, but for the spirit free,
    14 lines
  • We go no more to Calverly's,
    For there the lights are few and low;
    32 lines
  • I
    I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town
    390 lines
  • Not even if with a wizard force I might
    Have summoned whomsoever I would name,
    15 lines
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