A Word To Philosophers (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
COLD philosophers, so aptWith your formulas exacting,In your problems so enwrapt,And your theories distracting;Webs of metaphysic doubtOn your wheels forever ...
COLD philosophers, so aptWith your formulas exacting,In your problems so enwrapt,And your theories distracting;Webs of metaphysic doubtOn your wheels forever ...
No more old England will they see—Those men who've died for you and me.So lone and cold they lie; but ...
LIGHT and short our Winter's sleeping,Dreaming still of sunny hours:In his bosom safely keepingGerms of beauty, folded flow'rs.At the touch ...
IWhen to his class the surgeon's skilful blade Reveals the mysteries of the inner man, So lost is science, brooding ...
Twine then the rays Round her soft Theban tissues. All will be as She says, When the ...
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, ...
I caught rumours of some internal hearing then you appeared with tears squeezing your eyes, hands scrunched up like a ...
When wilt thou wake, O Mother, wake and see - As one who, held in trance, has laboured long By ...
Like her sisters before her, an outstanding citizen of her class, her grade proud moment, for our little girl shouting ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing; The goddess from her chamber ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
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