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 ...
A CHORUS OF HUMAN SPIRITS IN THE MIST.FAR in the shuddering spaces of the NorthWe live. We saw a ShapeOf ...
Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I myself Should be a ...
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
Of Peter's daughter, it is said, men told,While yet she breathed, a tale as sad as life,As sweet as death; ...
Renowned Empresse, and great Britaines Queene,Most gratious Mother of succeeding Kings;Vouchsafe to view that which is seldome seene,A Womans writing ...
Farewell (sweet Cooke-ham) where I first obtain'dGrace from that Grace where perfit Grace remain'd;And where the Muses gaue their full ...
Don't mind me, I beg you, old fellow,--I'll do very well here alone;You must not be kept from your "German" ...
FRIEND, gliding near me on life's widening stream,In whose long wake star-spangled ripples gleam,And from whose prow the pioneering lightKeenly ...
Can I forget her crueltyWho, brown miracle, gave you me?Or with unmoisted eyes think onThe proud surrender overgone,(Lowlihead in haughty ...
I speak this poem now with grave and level voice In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall. I praise ...
What is your want, perpetual invalidWhose fist is always beating on my breast'sBone wall, incurable dictator of my houseAnd breaker ...
On landing, the first voice one hears is from An English police-constable; a man Respectful, conscious that at need he ...
I struck the board, and cried "No more! I will abroad. What, shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines ...
Thumbing his nose showing the sole the blood of his boots in the face of the world Claiming cease-fire yet ...
To the stanch Dust We safe commit thee -- Tongue if it hath, Inviolate to thee -- Silence -- denote ...
Sin enslaved me many years, And led me bound and blind; Till at length a thousand fears Came swarming o'er ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
Do not enforce the tired wolf Dragging his infected wound homeward To sit tonight with the warm children Naming the ...
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