Adelaide Crapsey Quotes
Top 26 wise famous quotes and sayings by Adelaide Crapsey
Adelaide Crapsey Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Just now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk ... as strange, as still ...
A white moth flew ... Why am I grown
So cold?
Out of the strange
Still dusk ... as strange, as still ...
A white moth flew ... Why am I grown
So cold?
As it
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.
Sea-foam
And coral! Oh, I'll
Climb the great pasture rocks
And dream me mermaid in the sun's
Gold flood.
And coral! Oh, I'll
Climb the great pasture rocks
And dream me mermaid in the sun's
Gold flood.
Seen on a night in November
How frail
Above the bulk
Of crashing water hangs,
Autumn, evanescent, wan,
The moon.
How frail
Above the bulk
Of crashing water hangs,
Autumn, evanescent, wan,
The moon.
No guile?
Nay, but so strangely
He moves among us. Not this
Man but Barabbas! Release to us
Barabbas!
Nay, but so strangely
He moves among us. Not this
Man but Barabbas! Release to us
Barabbas!
The old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?
In your
Curled petals what ghosts
Of blue headlands and seas,
What perfumed immortal breath sighing
Of Greece.
Curled petals what ghosts
Of blue headlands and seas,
What perfumed immortal breath sighing
Of Greece.
Sun and wind and beat of sea,
Great lands stretching endlessly ...
Where be bonds to bind the free?
All the world was made for me!
Great lands stretching endlessly ...
Where be bonds to bind the free?
All the world was made for me!
My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.
Look up ...
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath
Of wintry wind ... look up, and scent
The snow!
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath
Of wintry wind ... look up, and scent
The snow!
These be Three silent things: The Falling snow ... the hour Before the dawn ... the mouth of one Just dead.
Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall.
Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look
In the pages of my book;
And as these thy hand doth turn,
Know here is my funeral urn.
In the pages of my book;
And as these thy hand doth turn,
Know here is my funeral urn.
Dost thou
Not feel them slip,
How cold! how cold! the moon's
Thin wavering finger-tips, along
Thy throat?
Not feel them slip,
How cold! how cold! the moon's
Thin wavering finger-tips, along
Thy throat?