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 ...
I.IN the beautiful Castleton Island a mansion of lordly style,Embowered in gardens and lawns, looks over the glimmering bay.In the ...
Saint Brandan, a Scotch abbot, long agoSailed southward with a swarm of monks, to sowThe seeds of true religion - ...
OUT of the cloud that dimmed his sunset light,Into the unknown firmament withdrawnBeyond the mists and shadows of the night,We ...
O good old Year! this night's your last.And must you go? With you I've passedSome days that bear revision.For these ...
1.COME, we 'll light the parlor fire;Winter sets in sharp and rough.Wood is dear, but coal's provided,For three months, I ...
WHAT lapse or accident of timeCan dull that soul's sonorous chimeWhich owns the priceless heritage -Youth's summer warmth in wintry ...
Across the sea the swift sad message dartsAnd beats with sudden pang against our hearts.Under the elm-trees in his homestead ...
THOSE times are gone, that circle thinned away,And we who live, now scattered far and wide,Each in our separate centres ...
I NEEDS must praise the natural gifts of oneWho praises not himself, nor seeks for praise;Too unambitious for these emulous ...
CAN one so strong in hope, so rich in bloomThat promised fruit of nobler worth than allHe yet had given, ...
ALL loves have frailer roots than loves that startFrom one ancestral blood. The friends we findIn youth pass on before ...
FRIEND, dear as Memory's joys! of life that 's pastA part, and part of better life to come,If life to ...
THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers;The Autumn passes with its solemn sky;The Winter comes again - yet ...
OF love that was, of friendship in the daysOf youth long gone, yet oft remembered still,And seen like distant landscapes ...
WARM, generous and young in heart and brain,A wise, ripe scholar of the antique mould,Had he but chosen he might ...
WITH what a live intelligence the flameGlows and leaps up in spires of flickering red,And turns the coal just now ...
THE summer comes again, yet nothing bringsOf him but memories of that clear-lit eye,That voice, that presence that can never ...
Many a year has fled awaySince this old palette was new, As may be seen by the spots of greenAnd ...
I MET one in the Land of SleepWho seemed a friend long known and true.I woke. That friend I could ...
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