Poems
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A spirit sped
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
There was a man and a woman
By Stephen Crane
The successful man has thrust himself
By Stephen Crane
"And the sins of the fathers shall be"
By Stephen Crane
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind
By Stephen Crane
The trees in the garden rained flowers.
By Stephen Crane
God lay dead in heaven
By Stephen Crane
Tradition, thou art for suckling children
By Stephen Crane
The River of Life
By Thomas Campbell
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