A Night-Picture (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
A GROAN from a dim-lit upper room -A stealthy step on the stairs in the gloom -A hurried glance to ...
A GROAN from a dim-lit upper room -A stealthy step on the stairs in the gloom -A hurried glance to ...
Oh, I wadna be a yeoman, mither, to follow my father's trade,To bow my back in miry banks, at pleugh ...
FROM frozen climes, and endless tracts of snow, From streams which northern winds forbid to flow, What present shall the ...
A still dark joy! A sudden face!Cold daylight, footsteps, cries!The temple's naked, shining space,Aglare with judging eyes!All in abandoned guilty ...
(Suggested By A Fine Horse, Restive In Youth, But Useful In Age.)IN the cool of a summer evening.'Mid pleasant sights ...
Death slays the moon and the long dark deepens,Hastens to the city, to the drear stone-heaps,Films all eyes and whispers ...
THE blackbird spheral music makes Like Chrysostom with golden mouth;Slowly the flowering cherry breaks ...
Corin, most unhappy swaine,Whither wilt thou drive thy flocke?Little foode is on the plaine;Full of danger is the rocke.Wolfes and ...
Since the Road of Life's so ill; I, to pass it, use this Skill, My frail Carriage driving home To ...
You take a town you cannot keep;And, forced in turn to fly,O'er ruins you have made shall leapYour deadliest enemy!Her ...
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Convicted yet hurting aware of our guilt the miry clay of our existence before our rebirth Needing Christ beside us ...
Usurping the place of God turning from his open arms choosing to go to the foreign country away from our ...
Our feet stuck in sin the miry clay on the potter's wheel Calling to the father to let us enter ...
Since the Road of Life's so ill; I, to pass it, use this Skill, My frail Carriage driving home To ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
v.1-8,5,17 C. M. A song of deliverance from great distress. I waited patient for the Lord, He bowed to hear ...
I dreamed I saw three demi-gods who in a cafe sat, And one was small and crapulous, and one was ...
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