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 ...
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 - ...
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 ...
A GROAN from a dim-lit upper room -A stealthy step on the stairs in the gloom -A hurried glance to ...
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 ...
SOME summer mornings - when you've taken teaToo late the night before - perhaps you'll see,If at some Berkshire farmhouse ...
AN old umbrella in the hall,Battered and baggy, quaint and queer;By all the rains of many a yearBent, stained, and ...
ALL day within me, sweet and clearThe song you sang is ringing.At night in my half-dreaming earI hear you singing, ...
ON a time - not of old -When a poet had sent out his soul and no welcome had foundWhere ...
I.MorningTHE morning sun has pierced the mist,And beach and cliff and ocean kissed.Blue as the lapis-lazuliThe sea reflects the azure ...
IN boyhood's days we read with keen delightHow young Aladdin rubbed his lamp and raisedThe towering Djin whose form his ...
So, heralded by Reason, Faith may treadThe darkened vale, the dolorous paths of night,In the great thought secure that life ...
I WAITED through the night, while summer blewThe breath of roses through my darkened room.The whispering breeze just stirred the ...
As tangled driftwood barring up a streamAgainst our struggling oars when hope is highTo reach some fair green island we ...
Whirling along its living freight, it came,Hot, panting, fierce, yet docile to command—The roaring monster, blazing through the landAthwart the ...
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