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Spoon River Anthology [MultiFormat]
eBook by Edgar Lee Masters
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eBook Category: Classic Literature
eBook Description: A notorious success when it was first published in 1915, this collection of dramatic monologues by over 200 former inhabitants of the fictional town of Spoon River topples the myth of moral superiority in small-town America, as the dead give testimony to their shocking scandals and secret tragedies.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com/Fictionwise Classic, Published: 1915
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2004
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [420 KB], eReader (PDB) [117 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [101 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [103 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [143 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [162 KB], hiebook (KML) [303 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [210 KB], iSilo (PDB) [87 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [109 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [137 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [165 KB]
Words: 35495
Reading time: 101-141 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing ENABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
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. One passed in a fever,
One was burned in a mine,
One was killed in a brawl,
One died in a jail,
One fell from a bridge toiling for children and wife-
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 died in shameful child-birth,
One of a thwarted love,
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 Uncle Isaac and Aunt Emily,
And old Towny Kincaid and Sevigne Houghton,
And Major Walker who had talked
With venerable men of the revolution?--
All, all are sleeping on the hill. They brought them dead sons from the war,
And daughters whom life had crushed,
And their children fatherless, crying--
All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.
Where is Old Fiddler Jones
Who played with life all his ninety years,
Braving the sleet with bared breast,
Drinking, rioting, thinking neither of wife nor kin,
Nor gold, nor love, nor heaven?
Lo! he babbles of the fish-frys of long ago,
Of the horse-races of long ago at Clary's Grove,
Of what Abe Lincoln said
One time at Springfield.
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