Edwin Markham (23 April 1852 - 7 March 1940 / Oregon City, Oregon)
Charles Edwin Anson Markham was an American poet.
Edwin Markham was born in Oregon City, Oregon and was the youngest of 10 children; his parents divorced shortly after his birth. At the age of four, he moved to Lagoon Valley, an area northeast of San Francisco; there, he lived with his sister and mother. He worked on the family’s farm beginning at twelve. Although his mother was opposed to his pursuing higher education, he studied literature at the California College in Vacaville, California, and received his teacher's certificate in 1870. In 1872 he graduated from San Jose State Normal School, and in 1873 finished his studies of classics at Christian ... more »
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- A Creed
- A Look Into The Gulf
- A Lyric Of The Dawn
- A Mendocino Memory
- A Prayer
- A Song to a Tree
- A Workman To The Gods
- An Old Road
- Anchored To The Infinite
- Earth Is Enough
- In Death Valley
- Joy Of The Morning
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''There is a destiny that makes us brothers;Edwin Markham (1852-1940), U.S. poet. A Creed (l. 1-4). . . Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed. (1952) Doubleday & Company....
None goes his way alone:
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back into our own.''
''The grip that swung the ax in IllinoisEdwin Markham (1852-1940), U.S. poet. Lincoln, the Man of the People (l. 44-45). . . Our Holidays in Poetry. Mildred P. Harrington and Josephine H...
Was on the pen that set a people free.''
Sprung from the West,Edwin Markham (1852-1940), U.S. poet. Lincoln, the Man of the People (l. 30-35). . . Our Holidays in Poetry. Mildred P. Harrington and Josephine H...
He drank the valorous youth of a new world.
The strength of virgin forests braced his mind,
The hush of spacious prairies stilled his soul.
His words ...
''he went downEdwin Markham (1852-1940), U.S. poet. Lincoln, the Man of the People (l. 53-56). . . Our Holidays in Poetry. Mildred P. Harrington and Josephine H...
As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs,
Goes down with a great shout upon the hills,
And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.''