Christopher Pearse Cranch
Born in March 8, 1813 / Died in January 20, 1892 / United States / English
Poems by Christopher Pearse Cranch
The Centennial Year
... While thus the flattering world crowds round her feet, ...
December
... Ere snow-drifts pile their mounds about my door, ...
The Spirit Of The Age
... And the priest kneels down at his lighted shrine, ...
Sonnet III.
... Well pleased, bestowed: ah, sweeter than we met ...
Survival Of The Fittest
... Your mind's best work, your heart's best choice ...
Sonnet XIX. The Ladys Sonnet. Twilight.
... To write these lines and yet must write to own ...
Two Views Of It
... My chanticleer, half dreaming, sees the light ...
Sonnet X.
... Or thoughts of loftier flight, yet shun the clear ...
Talent And Genius
... II. Wing'd like an eagle o'er mountains and meadows, ...
At The Grave Of Keats
... Through high-walled lanes o'erhung with blossoms white ...
Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part I
... THIRD SPIRIT. There swims the pale, green Earth, half drowned and thunder-rifted, ...
Sonnet LIV. Idle Hours.
... Bright hill-tops with their sloping forest mass, ...
Sonnet XXXVII. To John Greenleaf Whittier.
... To greet thy seventy years, their wreaths of rhyme, ...
Sonnet XXX. Life And Death. 2.
... OR endless sleep 't will be, and that is rest, ...
The Higher Law
... To lift the weak, and strike the oppressor dumb ...
