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Stephen Crane
A god in wrath
by Stephen Crane
A little ink more or less!
by Stephen Crane
A man feared that he might find an assassin
by Stephen Crane
A man said to the universe:
by Stephen Crane
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky
by Stephen Crane
A man toiled on a burning road
by Stephen Crane
A man went before a strange God
by Stephen Crane
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
by Stephen Crane
A slant of sun on dull brown walls,
by Stephen Crane
A spirit sped
by Stephen Crane
A youth in apparel that glittered
by Stephen Crane
And you love me
by Stephen Crane
Ay, workman, make me a dream,
by Stephen Crane
Behold, from the land of the farther suns
by Stephen Crane
Behold, the grave of a wicked man
by Stephen Crane
Black riders came from the sea.
by Stephen Crane
Blustering God
by Stephen Crane
Charity thou art a lie,
by Stephen Crane
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind
by Stephen Crane
Each small gleam was a voice,
by Stephen Crane
Fast rode the knight
by Stephen Crane
Forth went the candid man
by Stephen Crane
Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground
by Stephen Crane
God fashioned the ship of the world carefully.
by Stephen Crane
God lay dead in heaven
by Stephen Crane
I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,
by Stephen Crane
I looked here
by Stephen Crane
I met a seer
by Stephen Crane
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
by Stephen Crane
I stood musing in a black world
by Stephen Crane
I stood upon a high place,
by Stephen Crane
I stood upon a highway
by Stephen Crane
I walked in a desert
by Stephen Crane
I was in the darkness
by Stephen Crane
If I should cast off this tattered coat
by Stephen Crane
If there is a witness to my little life,
by Stephen Crane
In a lonely place,
by Stephen Crane
In heaven
by Stephen Crane
In the desert
by Stephen Crane
In the night
by Stephen Crane
Love walked alone
by Stephen Crane
Many red devils ran from my heart
by Stephen Crane
Many workmen
by Stephen Crane
Mystic shadow, bending near me,
by Stephen Crane
On the desert
by Stephen Crane
On the horizon the peaks assembled
by Stephen Crane
Once a man clambering to the housetops
by Stephen Crane
Once I saw mountains angry
by Stephen Crane
Once there came a man
by Stephen Crane
Once there was a man
by Stephen Crane
Once, I knew a fine song
by Stephen Crane
Places among the stars
by Stephen Crane
Should the wide world roll away,
by Stephen Crane
Supposing that I should have the courage
by Stephen Crane
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
by Stephen Crane
The impact of a dollar upon the heart
by Stephen Crane
The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
by Stephen Crane
The ocean said to me once
by Stephen Crane
The successful man has thrust himself
by Stephen Crane
The trees in the garden rained flowers.
by Stephen Crane
The wayfarer,
by Stephen Crane
There came whisperings in the winds
by Stephen Crane
There was a great cathedral
by Stephen Crane
There was a man and a woman
by Stephen Crane
There was a man who lived a life of fire
by Stephen Crane
There was a man with tongue of wood
by Stephen Crane
There was crimson clash of war.
by Stephen Crane
There was one I met upon the road
by Stephen Crane
There was set before me a mighty hill
by Stephen Crane
There was, before me
by Stephen Crane
There were many who went in huddled procession
by Stephen Crane
Three little birds in a row
by Stephen Crane
To the maiden
by Stephen Crane
Tradition, thou art for suckling children
by Stephen Crane
Two or three angels
by Stephen Crane
Upon the road of my life
by Stephen Crane
Walking in the sky
by Stephen Crane
When a people reach the top of a hill,
by Stephen Crane
Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
by Stephen Crane
With eye and with gesture
by Stephen Crane
Yes, I have a thousand tongues
by Stephen Crane
You say you are holy
by Stephen Crane
You tell me this is God?
by Stephen Crane
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