Poems by Author

Poems by - Stephen Crane

Tradition, thou art for suckling children

By Stephen Crane

The successful man has thrust himself

By Stephen Crane

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind

By Stephen Crane

God lay dead in heaven

By Stephen Crane

I was in the darkness

By Stephen Crane

The Ocean Said to Me Once

By Stephen Crane

"It was wrong to do this," said the angel

By Stephen Crane

Ay, workman, make me a dream,

By Stephen Crane

"I have heard the sunset song of the birches,"

By Stephen Crane

Upon the road of my life

By Stephen Crane

When a people reach the top of a hill,

By Stephen Crane

The trees in the garden rained flowers

By Stephen Crane

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