Christopher Pearse Cranch
Born in March 8, 1813 / Died in January 20, 1892 / United States / English
Poems by Christopher Pearse Cranch
Sonnet XLVIII. Gladstone.
... And while the world still doubted, hoped, and feared, ...
The Weather-Prophet
... This was their day-talk and this their night's dream for them ...
Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part II
... He who hath made us will lift us, though stained and deformed and degraded ...
Rosamond
... There for seven days and nights their bloom and fragrance fill the place ...
Sonnet LVII. To Sleep.
... COME, Sleep Oblivion's sire! Come, blessed Sleep! ...
Sonnet LIII. August.
... The broad boughs and the grass, the locust trills ...
Omar Khayyam
... That smiles through sighs, and drips with fragrant wine ...
After The Centennial
... (A Hope.) BEFORE our eyes a pageant rolled ...
Sonnet XLVI. Tennyson 2.
... Its gilt could heighten his proud aureole's glow ...
Sonnet XXXIV. Life And Death. 6.
... And though our loved and lost are snatched from sight, ...
Loves Voyage
... And all kind fates seemed pledged to cheer me as I went ...
A Word To Philosophers
... Flames that scorch your nomenclatures, ...
Old And Young
... 1. THEY soon grow old who grope for gold ...
Sonnet XXIX. Life And Death. 1.
... Through circling whirls of thought intent to snatch ...
Sonnet XXVII. In A Library. 2.
... None but they Their mute proud lips unlock, who here have brought ...
