Christopher Pearse Cranch
Born in March 8, 1813 / Died in January 20, 1892 / United States / English
Poems by Christopher Pearse Cranch
Sonnet XXXVIII. To Oliver Wendell Holmes. Aet 70.
... That guard the soul whose fire of youth still burns ...
Bird Language
... 'Twas but the song of all joy that is lightest,- ...
The Two Dreams
... I woke. That friend I could not keep ...
Sonnet L. J.R.L. (On His Homeward Voyage) 2.
... Through his green elms, and all their summer leaves ...
Longfellow
... Those eyes shall see their well-loved landscape gleam ...
Sonnet XIII. The Locomotive.
... Yet modern skill outstripped this antique fame, ...
Sea Pictures
... II. Evening Now thickening twilight presses down ...
Sonnet IX.
... And victors' wreaths are worn before they are won ...
A Poet's Soliloquy
... Till they woo thee with wakening love thou must follow thy pathway alone ...
Ars Longa, Vita Brevis
... Then paused and stretched them on the sward ...
Sonnet XLV. Tennyson. 1.
... Fame, wealth, love's best companionship he had ...
A Question
... Through dark and light through change on change ...
Sonnet XXII. Pennyroyal.
... As o'er the fields and through the woods I strolled, ...
The Pines And The Sea
... Pursues from thought to thought! thou needs must hear ...
Sonnet XI. The Printing-Press.
... Who stripped the cowl from priests, the crown from kings, ...
