Christopher Pearse Cranch
Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems
- Sonnet Xxx. Life And Death. 2. OR endless sleep 't will be, —...
- Sonnet Xi. The Printing-Press. IN boyhood's days we read with...
- Sonnet Xxiii. Beethoven’s Fift...
- Frederick Henry Hedge D. D. O...
- Ralph Waldo Emerson OUT of the cloud that dimmed his sunset ...
- At The Grave Of Keats To G. W. C. LONG, long ago, in the ...
- Gnosis Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper ...
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 ... more »
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Sonnet Xxx. Life And Death. 2.
OR endless sleep 't will be, — and that is rest,
Freedom forever from life's weary cares —
Or else a life beyond the climbing stairs
And dizzy pinnacles of thought expressed
In symbols such as in our mortal breast
Are framed by time and space; — life that upbears
The soul by a law untried amid these snares
Of sense that make it a too willing guest.
So sleep or waking were a boon divine.
Yet why this inextinguishable thirst,
This hope, this faith that to existence cling?
Nay e'en the poor dark chrysalis some fine
Ethereal creature prisons, till it ...