<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley, <br>The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter? <br>All, all, are sleeping on the hill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One passed in a fever, <br>One was burned in a mine, <br>One was killed in a brawl, <br>One died in a jail, <br>One fell from a bridge toiling for children and wife— <br>All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are Ella, Kate, Mag, Lizzie and Edith, <br>The tender heart, the simple soul, the loud, the proud, the happy one?— <br>All, all, are sleeping on the hill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One died in shameful child-birth, <br>One of a thwarted love, <br>One at the hands of a brute in a brothel, <br>One of a broken pride, in the search for heart’s desire, <br>One after life in far-away London and Paris <br>Was brought to her little space by Ella and Kate and Mag— <br>All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are Uncle Isaac and Aunt Emily, <br>And old Towny Kincaid and Sevigne Houghton, <br>And Major Walker who had talked <br>With venerable men of the revolution?— <br>All, all, are sleeping on the hill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They brought them dead sons from the war, <br>And daughters whom life had crushed, <br>And their children fatherless, crying— <br>All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is Old Fiddler Jones <br>Who played with life all his ninety years, <br>Braving the sleet with bared breast, <br>Drinking, rioting, thinking neither of wife nor kin, <br>Nor gold, nor love, nor heaven? <br>Lo! he babbles of the fish-frys of long ago, <br>Of the horse-races of long ago at Clary’s Grove, <br>Of what Abe Lincoln said <br>One time at Springfield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124860" data-title="The Hill de Edgar Lee Masters" data-description="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, /O..."></div> </div> </div>

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