For The Marriage of Faustus and Helen (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
"And so we may arrive by Talmud skillAnd profane Greek to raise the building upOf Helen's house against the Ismaelite,King ...
"And so we may arrive by Talmud skillAnd profane Greek to raise the building upOf Helen's house against the Ismaelite,King ...
"My grandfather Squeers," said The Raggedy Man,As he solemnly lighted his pipe and began--"The most indestructible man, for his years,And ...
After an unsuccessful trip to eternityI returned to old Vilnius, my native city,and put up in a flat built not ...
IThe mellow smell of hollyhocksAnd marigolds and pinks and phloxBlends with the homely garden scentsOf onions, silvering into rods;Of peppers, ...
Chicago, October 9,1871.GAUNT in the midst of the prairie,She who was once so fair;Charred and rent are her garments,Heavy and ...
The Bardling came where by a river grewThe pennoned reeds, that, as the west-wind blew,Gleamed and sighed plaintively, as if ...
Ah me! the rain has a sadder sound Than it ever had before;And the wind more plaintively whistles through The crevices of ...
On the sunset borders of the mountains I stray,Of a dear home dreaming 'yond the snow peaks far away,While the ...
BY the red furnace stands Apollo mute,Holding in upraised hands His iron flute.Slowly from back and brow The bright sweat drips;He sets the ...
I sit beside the sweeping waters,Letting fancy free, and throughThe vast realms of Time comes to meA far-off cry, wailing ...
IT seems like noon, so bright the lustre shedOn the damp forest by the moon's white glow.The breeze scarce moves ...
O nightingale, delightful bird,Beneath my window do not sing,But fly off to my mother's homeAnd to my mother tidings bringFrom ...
I.THE flowing night awoken from my sleepRevealed a world of glory, while I stoodWatching the hazy, creeping ocean sweepOut of ...
LIGHTLY she lifts the large, pure, luminous shell, Poises it in her strong and shapely ...
I've a pal called Billy Peg-leg, with one leg a wood leg,And Billy' he's a ship's cook and lives upon ...
Drear are the prairies; the ranges are silent;Mournfully whispers each soft, passing breeze;Down in the canyon and eddying murmurEchoes the ...
In the vaulted way, where the passage turned To the shadowy corner that none could see, You paused for our ...
(From Frise on the Somme in February, 1917, in answer to a letter saying: "I am just finishing my 'Faun's ...
I used to think a pot of ink Held magic in its fluid, And I would ply a pen when ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
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