“Piazza Piece —I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small And listen to an old man not at all, They want the young men's whispering and sighing. But see the… — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
And a wandering beauty is a blade out of its scabbard.You know how dangerous, gentlemen of threescore?May you know it yet ten more. — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
“Tell this to ladies: how a hero man Assail a thick and scandalous giant Who casts true shadow in the sun, And die, but… — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime Put on his pistols and went riding out But had got wellnigh nowhere at that time Till… — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
Do not enforce the tired wolf Dragging his infected wound homeward To sit tonight with the warm children Naming the pretty kings of France. — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
In all the good Greek of Plato I lack my roastbeef and potato. A better man was Aristotle, Pulling steady on the bottle. — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
God have mercy on the sinner Who must write with no dinner, No gravy and no grub, No pewter and no pub, No bellyand… — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
The image cannot be dispossessed of a primordial freshness, which idea can never claim. An idea is derivative and tamed. The imageis in the… — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
It is a miracle of harmony, of the adaptation of the free inner life to the outward necessity of things. — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
And how can poetry stand up against its new conditions? Its position is perfectly precarious. — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
I would not knock old fellows in the dust But there lay Captain Carpenter on his back His weapons were the old heart in… — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
He can develop sense and style, in the manner of distinguished modern prose, in which event he may be sure that the result will… — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
Till now poets were privileged to insert a certain proportion of nonsense - very far in excess of one-half of one per cent -… — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
And if no Lethe flows beneath your casement, And when ten years have not brought full effacement, Philosophy was wrong, and you may meet. — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
“Romance Of A Youngest Daughter" Who will wed the Dowager’s youngest daughter, The Captain? filled with ale? He moored his expected boat to a… — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
