Christopher Pearse Cranch
Sonnet Xxxi. Life And Death. 3. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxxi. Life And Death. 3. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

IF death be final, what is life, with allIts lavish promises, its thwarted aims,Its lost ideals, its dishonored claims,Its uncompleted growth? A prison wall,Whose heartless stones ...

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Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part Ii by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part Ii by Christopher Pearse Cranch

A CHORUS OF HUMAN SPIRITS IN THE MIST.FAR in the shuddering spaces of the NorthWe live. We saw a ShapeOf terror rise and spread and issue forth;And we would fain escapeThe anger ...

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The Coal-Fire by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Coal-Fire by Christopher Pearse Cranch

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 think, enough.Bring one hod of Lackawanna,One of Sidney's ...

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Ralph Waldo Emerson by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Ralph Waldo Emerson by Christopher Pearse Cranch

OUT of the cloud that dimmed his sunset light,Into the unknown firmament withdrawnBeyond the mists and shadows of the night,We mourn the friend and teacher who has gone.As in the ...

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Sonnet Xxiii. Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxiii. Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

THE mind's deep history here in tones is wrought,The faith, the struggles of the aspiring soul,The confidence of youth, the chill controlOf manhood's doubts by stern experience ...

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Ormuzd And Ahriman.  Part I by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part I by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Daybreak.CHORUS OF PLANETARY SPIRITS.YE interstellar spaces, serene and still and clear.Above, below, around!Ye gray unmeasured breadths of ether, — sphere on sphere!We listen, ...

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Sonnet Xi. The Printing-Press. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xi. The Printing-Press. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

IN boyhood's days we read with keen delightHow young Aladdin rubbed his lamp and raisedThe towering Djin whose form his soul amazed,Yet who was pledged to serve him day and ...

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Love’s Voyage by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Love’s Voyage by Christopher Pearse Cranch

As once I sat upon the shoreThere came to me a fairy boat,A bark I never saw before,Whose coming I had failed to note,Wrapped in my studies conning rules of life by rote.The stern ...

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A Word To Philosophers by Christopher Pearse Cranch

A Word To Philosophers by Christopher Pearse Cranch

COLD philosophers, so aptWith your formulas exacting,In your problems so enwrapt,And your theories distracting;Webs of metaphysic doubtOn your wheels forever spinning,Turning ...

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Frederick Henry Hedge D. D.  On His 80th Birthday, Dec. 12, 1885 by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Frederick Henry Hedge D. D. On His 80th Birthday, Dec. 12, 1885 by Christopher Pearse Cranch

WHAT lapse or accident of timeCan dull that soul's sonorous chimeWhich owns the priceless heritage —Youth's summer warmth in wintry age?The gods can grant no rarer boonThan heart ...

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Sonnet Xxx. Life And Death. 2. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxx. Life And Death. 2. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

OR endless sleep 't will be, — and that is rest,Freedom forever from life's weary cares —Or else a life beyond the climbing stairsAnd dizzy pinnacles of thought expressedIn ...

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Longfellow by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Longfellow by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Across the sea the swift sad message dartsAnd beats with sudden pang against our hearts.Under the elm-trees in his homestead oldThe Laureate of our land lies dead and cold;Wept by ...

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Sonnet Xxix. Life And Death. 1. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxix. Life And Death. 1. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

O SOLEMN portal, veiled in mist and cloud,Where all who have lived throng in, an endless line,Forbid to tell by backward look or signWhat destiny awaits the advancing crowd;Bourne ...

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A Question by Christopher Pearse Cranch

A Question by Christopher Pearse Cranch

AH, who can tell which guide were bestTo truth long sought, but unattained —The early faith, or late unrest?What age has earned, or boyhood gained?When down life's vista as we ...

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At The Grave Of Keats by Christopher Pearse Cranch

At The Grave Of Keats by Christopher Pearse Cranch

To G. W. C.LONG, long ago, in the sweet Roman springThrough the bright morning air we slowly strolled,And in the blue heaven heard the skylarks singAbove the ruins old —Beyond the ...

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The Centennial Year by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Centennial Year by Christopher Pearse Cranch

A Hundred years — and she had sat, a queenSheltering her children, opening wide her gatesTo all the inflowing tribes of earth. At firstStorms raged around her; but her stumbling ...

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Venice by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Venice by Christopher Pearse Cranch

WHILE the skies of this northern NovemberScowl down with a darkening menace,I wonder if you still rememberThat marvellous summer in Venice.When the mornings by clouds ...

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The Weather-Prophet by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Weather-Prophet by Christopher Pearse Cranch

A Fable.'WHAT can the matter be with the thermometer?Is it the sun or the moon or the comet, orSomething broke loose in the old earth's pedometer?'Thus in his study a weather ...

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Two Views Of It by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Two Views Of It by Christopher Pearse Cranch

BEFORE the daybreak, in the murky nightMy chanticleer, half dreaming, sees the lightStream from my window on his perch below,And taking it for dawn he needs must crow.Wakeful and ...

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Summer Dawn by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Summer Dawn by Christopher Pearse Cranch

SOME summer mornings — when you've taken teaToo late the night before — perhaps you'll see,If at some Berkshire farmhouse far awayYou chance to wake while yet the sky is gray,A ...

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The Bobolinks by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Bobolinks by Christopher Pearse Cranch

WHEN Nature had made all her birds,With no more cares to think on,She gave a rippling laugh, and outThere flew a Bobolinkon.She laughed again; out flew a mate; A breeze of Eden ...

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The Two Dreams by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Two Dreams by Christopher Pearse Cranch

I MET one in the Land of SleepWho seemed a friend long known and true.I woke. That friend I could not keep —For him I never knew.Yet there was one in life's young mornLoved me, I ...

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Sonnet Xxxvii. To John Greenleaf Whittier. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxxvii. To John Greenleaf Whittier. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

UNBIDDEN to the feast where friends have brought,To greet thy seventy years, their wreaths of rhyme, —For that thy form erect such weight of timeShould bear, was never present to ...

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Ariel And Caliban by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Ariel And Caliban by Christopher Pearse Cranch

I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So — Prospero is gone — and I am free —Free, free at last. His latest charge have IPerformed with duteous care; have sent the breezeTo ...

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Night And The Soul by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Night And The Soul by Christopher Pearse Cranch

I went to bed with Shakespeare's flowing numbersWithin me chiming,As I sank slowly to my pleasant slumbers,My thoughts with his were rhyming. Out of the window I saw the moonlight ...

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Sonnet Lv. Music And Poetry. 1. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Lv. Music And Poetry. 1. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

SING, poets, as ye list, of fields, of flowers,Of changing seasons with their brilliant roundOf keen delights, or themes still more profound —Where soul through sense transmutes ...

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The Old Apple-Woman by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Old Apple-Woman by Christopher Pearse Cranch

A Broadway LyricSHE sits by the side of a turbulent streamThat rushes and rolls foreverUp and down like a weary dreamIn the trance of a burning fever.Up and down through the long ...

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Bird Language by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Bird Language by Christopher Pearse Cranch

One day in the bluest of summer weather,Sketching under a whispering oak, I heard five bobolinks laughing togetherOver some ornithological joke.What the fun was I couldn't ...

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Survival Of The Fittest by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Survival Of The Fittest by Christopher Pearse Cranch

'NAUGHT but the fittest lives,' I hearRing on the northern breeze of thought:'To Nature's heart the strong are dear,The weak must pass unloved, unsought.'And yet in undertones a ...

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Ormuzd And Ahriman.  The Overture. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Ormuzd And Ahriman. The Overture. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

HAD I, instead of unsonorous words,The skill that moves in rapturous melodies,And modulations of entrancing chordsThrough mystic mazes of all harmonies —The bounding pulses of an ...

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The Pines And The Sea by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Pines And The Sea by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Beyond the low marsh-meadows and the beach,Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines,The long blue level of the ocean shines.The distant surf, with hoarse, complaining ...

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Sonnet Xliii. London. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xliii. London. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

BLACK in the midnight lies the City vast.Its dim horizon from my window highI see shut in beneath a misty skyRed with the light a million lamp-fires castUp from the humming ...

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The Victories Of Peace by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Victories Of Peace by Christopher Pearse Cranch

1.GONE is the tempest that cloudedThe land with its dark desolation.Out from the pall that enshroudedLeaps the new strength of the nation.2.Never again shall the cannonRoar with ...

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To a Hummingbird by Christopher Pearse Cranch

To a Hummingbird by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Tell us, tell us whence thou comest,Little thing of the rainbow wing;Tell us if thou always hummest:If thou canst not sing. Tell us when thou fell'st in loveWith the honey-suckle ...

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To Lone by Christopher Pearse Cranch

To Lone by Christopher Pearse Cranch

ALL day within me, sweet and clearThe song you sang is ringing.At night in my half-dreaming earI hear you singing, singing.Ere thought takes up its homespun threadWhen early morn ...

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Sonnet Xxxiii. Life And Death. 5. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxxiii. Life And Death. 5. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

YET in all facts of sense life stands revealed;And from a thousand symbols hope may takeIts charter to escape the Stygian lake,And find existence in an ampler field.The streams by ...

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Sonnet Xxxv. Life And Death. 7. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxxv. Life And Death. 7. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

THE wish behind the thought is the soul's starOf faith, and out of earth we build our heaven.Life to each unschooled child of time has givenA fairy wand with which he thinks to ...

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Sonnet Xxxiv. Life And Death. 6. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxxiv. Life And Death. 6. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

So, heralded by Reason, Faith may treadThe darkened vale, the dolorous paths of night,In the great thought secure that life and lightFlow from the Soul of all, who, with the ...

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Stanza From An Early Poem by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Stanza From An Early Poem by Christopher Pearse Cranch

THOUGHT is deeper than all speech,Feeling deeper than all thought;Souls to souls can never teachWhat unto themselves was taught.

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Talent And Genius by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Talent And Genius by Christopher Pearse Cranch

I.ON the high road travelling steady,Sure, alert, and ever ready,Prompt to seize all fit occasion,Courting power and wealth and station;One clear aim before him keepingWith a ...

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Sonnetxlvii. To G.W.C. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnetxlvii. To G.W.C. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

STILL shines our August day, as calm, as brightAs when, long years ago, we sailied awayDown the blue Narrows and the widening bayInto the wrinkling ocean's flashing light;And the ...

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Sonnet Xxv. The Seceders 2. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxv. The Seceders 2. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

YET what were love, and what were toil and thought,And what were life, bereft of Poesy?Who lingers in a garden where the beeBy no rich beds of fragrant flowers is caught —A homely ...

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Sonnet Xxxvi. Life And Death. 8. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxxvi. Life And Death. 8. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

NOT for a rapture unalloyed I ask.Not for a recompense for all I miss.A banquet of the gods in heavenly bliss,A realm in whose warm sunshine I may bask,Life without discipline or ...

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Sonnet Xxi. The Pines And The Sea. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxi. The Pines And The Sea. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

BEYOND the low marsh-meadows and the beach,Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines,The long blue level of the ocean shines.The distant surf, with hoarse, complaining ...

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The Old Year by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Old Year by Christopher Pearse Cranch

O good old Year! this night's your last.And must you go? With you I've passedSome days that bear revision.For these I'd thank you, ere you makeYour journey to the Stygian lake,Or ...

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Sonnet Xviii. The Fireside. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xviii. The Fireside. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

WITH what a live intelligence the flameGlows and leaps up in spires of flickering red,And turns the coal just now so dull and deadTo a companion — not like those who cameTo weary ...

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The Spirit Of The Age by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Spirit Of The Age by Christopher Pearse Cranch

A wondrous light is filling the air,And rimming the clouds of the old despair;And hopeful eyes look up to seeTruth's mighty electricity,-Auroral shimmerings swift and bright,That ...

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Sonnet Xv: The Photograph by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xv: The Photograph by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Phoebus Apollo, from Olympus driven,Lived at Admetus, tending herds and flocks:And strolling o'er the pastures and the rocksHe found his life much duller than in Heaven.For he had ...

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Sonnet Xxvii. In A Library. 2. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxvii. In A Library. 2. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

A MIRACLE — that man should learn to fillThese little vessels with his boundless soul;Should through these arbitrary signs controlThe world, and scatter broadcast at his willHis ...

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Sonnet Xxviii. Past Sorrows. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet Xxviii. Past Sorrows. by Christopher Pearse Cranch

As tangled driftwood barring up a streamAgainst our struggling oars when hope is highTo reach some fair green island we descryLying beyond us in the morning's gleam,And shimmering ...

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