Poem The Splendid Spur http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-splendid-spur/
“How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.”
Source: The Literary Character, Illustrated by the History of Men of Genius (1795–1822), Ch. III.
Published version, in the Atlantic Monthly (February 1862).
The Battle Hymn of the Republic (1861)
Source: Complete Poems of Stephen Crane
The Ragged Wood http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1673/
In The Seven Woods (1904)
Context: p>O hurry where by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have but looked upon their images--
Would none had ever loved but you and I!Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of his golden hood?--
O that none ever loved but you and I!O hurry to the ragged wood, for there
I will drive all those lovers out and cry—
O my share of the world, O yellow hair!
No one has ever loved but you and I.</p
“Nowadays people are born to find fault. When they look at Achilles, they see only his heel.”
Die jetzigen Menschen sind zum tadeln geboren. Vom ganzen Achilles sehen sie nur die Ferse.
Source: Aphorisms (1880/1893), p. 19.
