Each small gleam was a voice, (Stephen Crane Poem)
Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice -- In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. A chorus ...
Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice -- In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. A chorus ...
There was a man with tongue of wood Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there ...
The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. "Ha," he said, ...
Mystic shadow, bending near me, Who art thou? Whence come ye? And -- tell me -- is it fair Or ...
"Truth," said a traveller, "Is a rock, a mighty fortress; Often have I been to it, Even to its highest ...
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