John Crowe Ransom Poems on Books (5 Poems)

MY good old father tucked his head, (His face the color of gingerbread) Over the table my mother had spread, And folded his ...

My dear and I, we disagreed When we had been much time together. For when will lovers learn to sail From sailing always ...

I ENTERED dutiful, God knows, The room in which I was to sit With dreary unbelieving books. It was surprising, I suppose, To find ...

I KNOW a quite religious man Who utters praises when he can. Now I find God in bard and book, In school and ...

Who will wed the Dowager's youngest daughter,The Captain? filled with ale?He moored his expected boat to a stake in the ...

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