Potential Titles: Stephen Crane

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Clang and clang of spear and shield - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Clash and clash of hoof and heel - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Three little birds in a row sat musing - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

A thousand tongues, and nine and ninety-nine lie - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Will make no melody at my will - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

There was a loud quarrel, worldwide - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Making cunning noiseless travel down the ways - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Going ridiculous voyages, making quaint progress - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Turning as with serious purpose before stupid winds - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire? - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Roll away, leaving black terror, limitless night - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Stern stands and bitter runs for glory - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Calamity would attend all in equality - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Mile upon mile of snow, ice, burning sand - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Once I saw Mountains angry, and ranged in battle-front - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Among the stars, soft gardens near the sun - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Shed no beams upon my weak heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Not your golden days nor your silver nights - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

An assassin attired all in garb of old days - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

From the land of the farther suns - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

To let a red sword of virtue plunge into my heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Built a huge ball of masonry upon a mountain-top - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Held in his hands the book of wisdom - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Caught in the stubble of the world - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Many red devils ran from my heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

In all drink he detected the bitter - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

And in all touch he found the sting - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

And always my eyes ached for the light - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Places among the stars - Stephen Crane "Untitled"

Soft gardens near the sun - Stephen Crane "Untitled"

Keep your distant beauty - Stephen Crane "Untitled"

Nor your silver nights - Stephen Crane "Untitled"

Threw wild hands toward the sky - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

Booming drums of the regiment - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

Whose heart hung humble as a button - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

Cry a brotherhood of hearts - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

Bastard mushrooms sprung from a pollution of blood - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

The silvered passing of a ship at night - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

Don green spectacles before you look at roses - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

A silence from the moon's deepest valley - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"

In the dance of the whispering snakes - Stephen Crane "War Is Kind"


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