Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part II (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
A CHORUS OF HUMAN SPIRITS IN THE MIST.FAR in the shuddering spaces of the NorthWe live. We saw a ShapeOf ...
A CHORUS OF HUMAN SPIRITS IN THE MIST.FAR in the shuddering spaces of the NorthWe live. We saw a ShapeOf ...
A Hundred years - and she had sat, a queenSheltering her children, opening wide her gatesTo all the inflowing tribes ...
O good old Year! this night's your last.And must you go? With you I've passedSome days that bear revision.For these ...
SOME summer mornings - when you've taken teaToo late the night before - perhaps you'll see,If at some Berkshire farmhouse ...
WHAT lapse or accident of timeCan dull that soul's sonorous chimeWhich owns the priceless heritage -Youth's summer warmth in wintry ...
ON a time - not of old -When a poet had sent out his soul and no welcome had foundWhere ...
GRAY-HEADED POETS, whom the full years blessWith life and health and chance still multipliedTo hold your forward course - fame ...
(A Hope.)BEFORE our eyes a pageant rolledWhose banners every land unfurled;And as it passed, its splendors toldThe art and glory ...
AH, who can tell which guide were bestTo truth long sought, but unattained -The early faith, or late unrest?What age ...
A FOUNTAIN in our green New England hillsSent forth a brook, whose music, as I stoodTo listen, laughed and sang ...
As tangled driftwood barring up a streamAgainst our struggling oars when hope is highTo reach some fair green island we ...
THE mind's deep history here in tones is wrought,The faith, the struggles of the aspiring soul,The confidence of youth, the ...
ALL loves have frailer roots than loves that startFrom one ancestral blood. The friends we findIn youth pass on before ...
FAR from the pure Castalian fount our feetHave strayed away where daily we unlearnHow Truth is one with Beauty. For ...
OF love that was, of friendship in the daysOf youth long gone, yet oft remembered still,And seen like distant landscapes ...
PARTED by time and space for many a year,Yet ever longing, hoping for a dayWhen, heart to heart, the happy ...
1.THEY soon grow old who grope for goldIn marts where all is bought and sold;Who live for self, and on ...
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