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 ...
A CHORUS OF HUMAN SPIRITS IN THE MIST.FAR in the shuddering spaces of the NorthWe live. We saw a ShapeOf ...
Saint Brandan, a Scotch abbot, long agoSailed southward with a swarm of monks, to sowThe seeds of true religion - ...
A Hundred years - and she had sat, a queenSheltering her children, opening wide her gatesTo all the inflowing tribes ...
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 ...
COLD philosophers, so aptWith your formulas exacting,In your problems so enwrapt,And your theories distracting;Webs of metaphysic doubtOn your wheels forever ...
A wondrous light is filling the air,And rimming the clouds of the old despair;And hopeful eyes look up to seeTruth's ...
AN old umbrella in the hall,Battered and baggy, quaint and queer;By all the rains of many a yearBent, stained, and ...
O BOON and curse in one - this ceaseless needOf looking still behind us and before!Gift to the soul of ...
I STARTED on a lonely road.A few companions with me went.Some fell behind, some forward strode,But all on one high ...
I LOVE it, yet I hardly can tell why -My studio with its window to the sky,Far up above the ...
UNBIDDEN to the feast where friends have brought,To greet thy seventy years, their wreaths of rhyme, -For that thy form ...
THE wish behind the thought is the soul's starOf faith, and out of earth we build our heaven.Life to each ...
SING, poets, as ye list, of fields, of flowers,Of changing seasons with their brilliant roundOf keen delights, or themes still ...
As tangled driftwood barring up a streamAgainst our struggling oars when hope is highTo reach some fair green island we ...
BEYOND the low marsh-meadows and the beach,Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines,The long blue level of the ocean ...
FAR from the pure Castalian fount our feetHave strayed away where daily we unlearnHow Truth is one with Beauty. For ...
FRIEND, dear as Memory's joys! of life that 's pastA part, and part of better life to come,If life to ...
O SHIP that bears him to his native shore,Beneath whose keel the seething ocean heaves,Bring safe our poet with his ...
OF love that was, of friendship in the daysOf youth long gone, yet oft remembered still,And seen like distant landscapes ...
OR endless sleep 't will be, - and that is rest,Freedom forever from life's weary cares -Or else a life ...
YET what were love, and what were toil and thought,And what were life, bereft of Poesy?Who lingers in a garden ...
NOT for a rapture unalloyed I ask.Not for a recompense for all I miss.A banquet of the gods in heavenly ...
IF death be final, what is life, with allIts lavish promises, its thwarted aims,Its lost ideals, its dishonored claims,Its uncompleted ...
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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