The Complete Poetical Works of Stephen Crane (eBook, ePUB) - Crane, Stephen
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e-artnow presents to you this Stephen Crane poetry collection meticulously edited with a functional and detailed table of contents: The Black Riders and Other Lines Black riders came from the sea Three little birds in a row In the desert Yes, I have a thousand tongues Once there came a man God fashioned the ship of the world carefully Mystic shadow, bending near me I looked here I stood upon a high place Should the wide world roll away In a lonely place And the sins of the fathers shall be If there is a witness to my little life There was a crimson clash of war Tell brave deeds of war Charity…mehr

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e-artnow presents to you this Stephen Crane poetry collection meticulously edited with a functional and detailed table of contents: The Black Riders and Other Lines Black riders came from the sea Three little birds in a row In the desert Yes, I have a thousand tongues Once there came a man God fashioned the ship of the world carefully Mystic shadow, bending near me I looked here I stood upon a high place Should the wide world roll away In a lonely place And the sins of the fathers shall be If there is a witness to my little life There was a crimson clash of war Tell brave deeds of war Charity thou art a lie There were many who went in huddled procession In heaven A god in wrath A learned man came to me once There was, before me Once I saw mountains angry Places among the stars I saw a man pursuing the horizon Behold, the grave of a wicked man There was set before me a mighty hill A youth in apparel that glittered "Truth," said a traveller Behold, from the land of the farther suns Supposing that I should have the courage Many workmen Two or three angels There was one I met upon the road I stood upon a highway A man saw a ball of gold in the sky I met a seer On the horizon the peaks assembled The ocean said to me once The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds And you love me Love walked alone I walked in a desert There came whisperings in the winds I was in the darkness Tradition, thou art for suckling children Many red devils ran from my heart… War is Kind: Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind What says the sea, little shell? To the maiden A little ink more or less! Have you ever made a just man? I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night I have heard the sunset song of the birches Fast rode the knight Forth went the candid man You tell me this is God? On the desert A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices The wayfarer A slant of sun on dull brown walls Once a man clambering to the housetops The successful man has thrust himself In the Night The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top…
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Stephen Crane (1871-1900) was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. Prolific throughout his short life, he wrote notable works in the Realist tradition as well as early examples of American Naturalism and Impressionism. He is recognized by modern critics as one of the most innovative writers of his generation.