The Last Tournament, by Alfred Tennyson
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood
H...
Crane Poems
An Autumn View, by Du Fu
Across our view no bounds clear Autumn throws.
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Dreaming of Li Bai, by Du Fu
I If death parts us, the tears will dry one d...
The Cremona Violin, by Amy Lowell
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut t...
The Great Adventure of Max Breuck, by Amy Lowell
1 A yellow band of light upon the street
Pour...
Going Alone to Spend a Night at the Hsien-Yu Temple, by Bai Juyi
A.D. 806 The crane from the shore standing at ...
On the Ship of Spice-Wood, by Li Bai
My ship is built of spice-wood and has a rudder...
The Steep Road to Shuh, by Li Bai
Alas! How precipitous! Alas! How high!
The roa...
Chorus of Birds, by Aristophanes
Come on then, ye, dwellers by Nature in darkn...
The Sand-Hill Crane and Other Wild Fowl of Mexico, by Isaac McLellan
Here in this genial Mexic land,
Where soft is...
The White Crane, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Spread out thy ivory wings, bird of the waters...