Juvenilia, An OdeTo Natural Beauty (Alan Seeger Poems)
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington inParis, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916.) Ay, it ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death And stood beside the cavern through whose doors Enter the voyagers ...
Purged, with the life they left, of allThat makes life paltry and mean and small,In their new dedication chargedWith something ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
The need to love that all the stars obeyEntered my heart and banished all beside.Bare were the gardens where I ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
A tide of beauty with returning May Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume Odors endeared; down avenues in ...
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the ...
Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun, Depths of the azure eastern sky between, Plains where the poplar-bordered highways run, Patched ...
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun, Depths of the azure eastern sky between, Plains where the poplar-bordered highways run, Patched ...
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
A tide of beauty with returning May Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume Odors endeared; down avenues in ...
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the ...
Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Purged, with the life they left, of all That makes life paltry and mean and small, In their new dedication ...
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