Ariel And Caliban (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
THE BROTHERS.Than old George Fletcher, on the British coastDwelt not a seaman who had more to boast:Kind, simple and sincere--he ...
OTSO THE HONEY-EATER.Came the tidings to Pohyola,To the village of the Northland,That Wainola had recoveredFrom her troubles and misfortunes,From her ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East, Then from the splendour and the shame of ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
What, have I waked again? I never thoughtTo see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey, Dull, solemn stillness, ere ...
How calm the spangled city spread below! How cool the night! How fair the starry skies! How sweet the dewy ...
BIRTH OF THE HARP.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Onward steered his goodly vessel,From the isle of Lemminkainen,From the borders of the village;Steered his ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloudAnd the cold clear dark of starlight fell,He heard in his blood the ...
Speak kindly, wife; the little ones will grow Fairest and straightest in the warmest sun. We talk so often ...
A QUIET, simple man was Abel Keene,He meant no harm, nor did he often mean;He kept a school of loud ...
The blazing rays of sunshine, little by little, condense; and the South Wind, with its swirls of dust, returns and ...
Preludes.I The Impossibility Lo, Love's obey'd by all. 'Tis right ...
She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea, With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silence ...
I will bring fire to thee.Euripides.-'Androm'.'Eiros'.Why do you call me Eiros?'Charmion'.So henceforward will you always be called. You must forget,too, ...
'Twas the hour of four by Quarterman's clock Of a July day in the afternoon,- Four of the clock, not ...
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
ISee the sweet women, friend, that lean beneathThe ever-falling fountain of green leavesRound the white bending stem, and like a ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and ...
WHAT is a Church?--Let Truth and Reason speak,They would reply, "The faithful, pure, and meek;From Christian folds, the one selected ...
When late Protectorship was Canon-Proof,And _Cap-a-pe_ had seiz'd on _Whitehall_-Roof,And next, on _Israelites_ durst look so big,That _Tory-like_, it lov'd ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
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