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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BLACK RIDERS: 45, by STEPHEN CRANE Poet Analysis First Line: Tradition, thou art for suckling children Last Line: But, alas, we all are babes. | |||
Tradition, thou art for suckling children, Thou art the enlivening milk for babes; But no meat for men is in thee. Then -- But, alas, we all are babes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BIRDS OF THE NIGHT by STEPHEN CRANE THERE IS A GREY THING THAT LIVES IN THE TREE-TOPS by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 22 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 56 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 9 by STEPHEN CRANE WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE |
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