Jonathan Swift Somers (Author of the Spooniad)

    After you have enriched your soul
    To the highest point,
    With books, thought, suffering,
    The understanding of many personalities,
    The power to interpret glances, silences,
    The pauses in momentous transformations,
    The genius of divination and prophecy;
    So that you feel able at times to hold the world
    In the hollow of your hand;
    Then, if, by the crowding of so many powers
    Into the compass of your soul,
    Your soul takes fire,
    And in the conflagration of your soul
    The evil of the world is lighted up and made clear -
    Be thankful if in that hour of supreme vision
    Life does not fiddle.

Edgar Lee Masters

Edgar Lee Masters was an American poet, biographer, and dramatist. Born in Kansas and raised in Illinois, Masters is best known for his collection of poems entitled "Spoon River Anthology" (1915), which is a series of epitaphs of residents of the fictional small town of Spoon River. His works reflect the everyday lives and frustrations of middle America. Masters also practiced law and wrote biographies for historical figures such as Abraham Lincoln and Mark Twain.

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Henry C. Calhoun

    I reached the highest place in Spoon River,
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    He sits before you silent as Buddha,
    And then you say
    This man is Rabelais.
    And while you wonder what his stock is,
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    If I saw a soul that was strong
    I wounded its pride and devoured its strength.
    The shelters of friendship knew my cunning
    For where I could steal a friend I did so.
    And wherever I could enlarge my power
    By undermining ambition, I did so,
    Thus to make smooth my own.
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Bettesworth's Exultation

Upon Hearing That His Name Would Be Transmitted To Posterity In Dr. Swift's Works.
By William Dunkin


Well! now, since the heat of my passion's abated,
That the Dean hath lampoon'd me, my mind is elated: -
Lampoon'd did I call it? - No - what was it then?
What was it? - 'Twas fame to be lash'd by his pen:
For had he not pointed me out, I had slept till
E'en doomsday, a poor insignificant reptile;
Half lawyer, half actor, pert, dull, and inglorious,
Obscure, and unheard of - but now I'm notorious:
Fame has but two gates, a white and a black one;
The worst they can say is, I got in at the back one:
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