Christopher Pearse Cranch (1815-1892 / the USA)
Biography of Christopher Pearse Cranch
Christopher Pearse Cranch (March 8, 1815 – January 20, 1892) was an American writer and artist.
Cranch was born in the District of Columbia. He attended Columbian College and Harvard Divinity School. He briefly held a position as a Unitarian minister. Later, he pursued various occupations: a magazine editor, caricaturist, children's fantasy writer (the Huggermugger books), poet (The Bird and the Bell with Other Poems in 1875), translator, and landscape painter. He lived most of his life in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Though not one of its founding members, Cranch became associated with the Transcendental Club; his connection with the Transcendentalists ultimately diminished his demand as a minister. Cranch's caricatures of Ralph Waldo Emerson were later collected as Illustrations of the New Philosophy: Guide. His poetry was published in The Harbinger and The Dial among other publications.
As a painter, Cranch painted landscapes along the lines of Thomas Cole, the Hudson River school, and the Barbizon school in France. In one foray into historical painting, Cranch depicted the burning of P. T. Barnum's American Museum in New York City. Later in life, Cranch painted scenes from Venice and Italy.
Christopher Pearse Cranch's Works:
* Poems (1844)
* The Last of the Huggermuggers, A Giant Story (1855)
* Kobboltozo (1857)
* The Aeneid of Virgil (translation, 1872}
* The Bird and the Bell with Other Poems (1875)
* Ariel and Caliban with Other Poems (1886)
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- A Child-Savior
- A Night-Picture
- A Poet's Soliloquy
- A Question
- A Word To Philosophers
- After The Centennial
- An Old Umbrella
- Ariel And Caliban
- Ars Longa, Vita Brevis
- At The Grave Of Keats
- Bird Language
- Broken Wings
(A True Story)
SHE stood beside the iron road,
A little child of ten years old.
She heard two meeting thunders rolled
From north and south, that plainly showed
Danger too fearful to be told.
Nearer, still nearer, rumbling on,
One train approached with crashing speed.
What could she do? Who would give heed