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Charles Hanson Towne Poems

  • The Quiet Singer
    (Ave! Francis Thompson)


    He had been singing-but I had not heard his voice;...
  • The City
    When, sick of all the sorrow and distress
    That flourished in the City like foul weeds,
    I sought blue rivers and green, opulent meads,
    And leagues of unregarded loneliness...
  • Of One Self-slain
    When he went blundering back to God,
    His songs half written, his work half done,
    Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod,
    What hills of peace or pain he won?...
  • Love's Ritual
    Breathe me the ancient words when I shall find
    Your spirit mine; if, seeking you, life wins
    New wonder, with old splendor let us bind
    Our hearts when Love's high sacrament begins....
  • City Roofs
    Roof-tops, roof-tops, what do you cover?
    Sad folk, bad folk, and many a glowing lover;
    Wise people, simple people, children of despair-
    Roof-tops, roof-tops, hiding pain and care....
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Top 10 most used topics by Charles Hanson Towne

Life 4 Pain 4 Faith 3 Sad 2 Love 2 Silence 2 Quiet 2 Wise 2 God 2 Good 2


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O07chn: "and that's what we get, and deserve in the end: around the corner, a vanished friend." - charles hanson towne
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