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John Crowe Ransom's Poetry, by title

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  • A Christmas Colloquy
    THE country farmer has his joys
                            Of little city g
    107 lines
  • An American Addresses Philomela
    Procne, Philomela, and Itylus,
    Your names are liquid, your improbable tale
    46 lines
  • April
    SAVOR of love is thick on the April air,
                            The blu
    22 lines
  • April Treason
    So he took her as anointed
    In the part he had appointed,
    45 lines
  • Bells For John Whiteside's Daughter
    There was such speed in her little body,
    And such lightness in her footfall,
    19 lines, 2 comments
  • Blue Girls
    Twirling your blue skirts, travelling the sward
    Under the towers of your seminary,
    17 lines, 1 comment
  • By The Riverside
    A GREAT green spread of meadow land,
                            (Must rest
    27 lines
  • Captain Carpenter
    Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime
    Put on his pistols and went riding out
    64 lines
  • Conrad In Twilight
    Conrad, Conrad, aren't you old
    To sit so late in your mouldy garden?
    25 lines
  • Darkness
    WHEN hurrying home on a rainy night
                            And hearing
    21 lines
  • Dead Boy
    The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction,
    A green bough from Virginia's aged tree,
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Dumb-Bells
    DUMB-BELLS left, dumb-bells right,
                            Swing them ha
    29 lines
  • Eclogue
    JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My poor John, alas,
    Ten years ago, pretty it was in a ring
    102 lines
  • Emily Hardcastle, Spinster
    We shall come tomorrow morning, who were not to have her love,
    We shall bring no face of envy but a gift of praise and lilies
    17 lines
  • Friendship
    I VIEWED him well, the visible fat fool,
                            And yet
    35 lines
  • Geometry
    My window looks upon a wood
                            That stands as tangl
    85 lines
  • Grace
    WHO is it beams the merriest
                            At killing a man, t
    147 lines
  • Janet Waking
    Beautifully Janet slept
    Till it was deeply morning. She woke then
    39 lines
  • Judith Of Bethulia
    Beautiful as the flying legend of some leopard
    She had not chosen yet her captain, nor Prince
    54 lines
  • Men
    "How many goodly creatures are there here!"
                            Mira
    8 lines
  • Miriam Tazewell
    When Miriam Tazewell heard the tempest bursting
    And his wrathy whips across the sky drawn crackling
    27 lines
  • Moonlight
    HE feigned a fine indifference
                            To be so prodigal
    21 lines
  • Morning
    THE skies were jaded, while the famous sun
                            Slack
    8 lines
  • Necrological
    The friar had said his paternosters duly
    And scourged his limbs, and afterwards would have slept;
    36 lines
  • Noonday Grace
    MY good old father tucked his head,
                            (His face th
    147 lines
  • November
    THERE'S a patch of trees at the edge of the field,
                          &nbs
    93 lines
  • One Who Rejects Christ
    THERE'S farmers and there's farmers,
                            There's man
    25 lines
  • Overtures
    My dear and I, we disagreed
                            When we had been muc
    46 lines
  • Painted Head
    By dark severance the apparition head
    Smiles from the air a capital on no
    36 lines
  • Piazza Piece
    -- I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying
    To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small
    14 lines
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