Do You Remember Once . . . (Alan Seeger Poems)
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
I read last night of the Grand Review In Washington's chiefest avenue,—Two hundred thousand men in blue, I ...
TO ARTEMIS. I.Most graceful Goddess! whether now thy feet Pursue the dun deer to their deep retreat In the heart ...
Where the dark ash upward towereth,And the maple drops her brown shade,And the rough oak spreads his broad arms,And the ...
Proud mother of a race that reared The brave and good of ours,Lo! on thy bleeding bosom lie Thy pale ...
Oh, the lives of men, lives of men, In pattern-molds be run; But there's you, and me, and Bindlestiff- And ...
A summer night that blows,Fragrant with hay and flowers, on copse and lawn;A window muffled round and round with rose,Fronting ...
WINTER forests mutely standing Naked on your bed of snow,Wide your knotted arms expanding To the biting winds that blow,Nought ...
I tremble at thy peril past!It shakes me, like some fearful dream,In horror's mould of madness cast,To chill the warm ...
Oh say not that no perfume dwells;The wilding flowers among,Say not that in the forest dellsIs heard no voice of ...
I linger oft beneath thy ray,Young Queen of Heaven! at day's decline,And muse on pleasures past away,And happier hours, which ...
O sweet darkness, still, and calm, and lonely! Spread thy downy pinions round about. Spare me from thy hidden ...
Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; Twine yellow roses for the ...
Still the garden blossoms bravely,Though the Year is nearly done,Fresh chrysanthemums are shiningIn the pale and wintry sun.Such a number ...
When the snow is on the earthBirds and waters cease their mirth;When the sunlight is prevailingEven the night-winds drop their ...
Adieu, adieu! my native shore Fades o'ver the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; Twine yellow roses for the ...
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, Where all except the flag is strange ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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