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The Lie

© Sir Walter Raleigh

Go, Soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

The Nymph's Reply To The Shepherd

© Sir Walter Raleigh

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

Once a man clambering to the housetops

© Stephen Crane

Once a man clambering to the housetops
Appealed to the heavens.
With strong voice he called to the deaf spheres;
A warrior's shout he raised to the suns.

There was a great cathedral

© Stephen Crane

There was a great cathedral.
To solemn songs,
A white procession
Moved toward the altar.

"I have heard the sunset song of the birches,"

© Stephen Crane

"I have heard the sunset song of the birches,
A white melody in the silence,
I have seen a quarrel of the pines.
At nightfall

Forth went the candid man

© Stephen Crane

Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the wind --
When he looked about him he was in a far strange country.

The sage lectured brilliantly

© Stephen Crane

Turned the sage again:
"Now this one is a devil,
And this one is me."
The pupils sat, all grinning,
And rejoiced in the game.
But the sage was a sage.

I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,

© Stephen Crane

Remember, thou, O ship of love,
Thou leavest a far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of black waves
For long and in loneliness.

A slant of sun on dull brown walls,

© Stephen Crane

A slant of sun on dull brown walls,
A forgotten sky of bashful blue.Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,

A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices

© Stephen Crane

A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile,
Spreads its curious opinion
To a million merciful and sneering men,

Tradition, thou art for suckling children

© Stephen Crane

Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the enlivening milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
Then --
But, alas, we all are babes.

Each small gleam was a voice,

© Stephen Crane

Each small gleam was a voice,
A lantern voice --
In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
A chorus of colours came over the water;

Ay, workman, make me a dream,

© Stephen Crane

Ay, workman, make me a dream,
A dream for my love.
Cunningly weave sunlight,
Breezes, and flowers.

The impact of a dollar upon the heart

© Stephen Crane

The impact of a dollar upon the heart
Smiles warm red light,
Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white table,
With the hanging cool velvet shadows
Moving softly upon the door.

Behold, from the land of the farther suns

Behold, from the land of the farther suns
I returned.
And I was in a reptile-swarming place,
Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces,

On the horizon the peaks assembled

On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the mountains began.
As they marched, they sang,
"Aye! We come! We come!"

There was a land where lived no violets.

There was a land where lived no violets.
A traveller at once demanded : "Why?"
The people told him:
"Once the violets of this place spoke thus:

With eye and with gesture

With eye and with gesture
You say you are holy.
I say you lie;
For I did see you

Once, I knew a fine song

Once, I knew a fine song,
-- It is true, believe me --
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;

There was a man with tongue of wood

There was a man with tongue of wood
Who essayed to sing,
And in truth it was lamentable.
But there was one who heard