Translations (Alan Seeger Poems)
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
Work while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.IN the childhood of April, while purple woods ...
GENOA, 1872Two sunny winter days I sped alongThe Riviera's winding mountain way;Scarcely I caught the blue sea's faint far song,By ...
AriaThe tiresome winter now is goneThe day so short, the night so longAt gentle paceDo change their face,Now must dark ...
THERE, close the door!I shall not need these lodgings any more.Now that I go, dismantled wall and floorReproach me and ...
We met at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, ...
The war god calls, whate'er befalls His orders must be filled, Though work may stop in mine ...
Parting for Australia.HERE sitting by the fire I aspire, love, I aspire-- Not to that "other world" of your fond ...
All so grave and shining see they comeFrom the blissful ranks of the forgiven,Though so distant wheels the nearest crystal ...
WITHIN a little room Doth one dear Painter sit, 'Tis fringed with Summer bloom, And the ivy drops o'er it: ...
There will always be something to do, my boy; There will always be wrongs to right;There will always be need ...
Lord! Oh, hold in Thy hand my child, Guard by the river its playing!Send Thou Thy Spirit as comrade mild, ...
Mid wastes of Africa a wanderer sped: He found no pathway; night was now afield. Through clouds no stealthy glimmer ...
Life's not our own,--'tis but a loan To be repaid; Soon the dark Comer's at the door, ...
Home, for my heart still calls me; Home, through the danger zone; Home, whatever befalls me, I will sail again ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
time shall tell where the real warfare befalls: in every soul time shall tell who triumphs in self-infliction: no one ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
'Twas in the year 1815, and on the 18th day of June, That British cannon, against the French army, loudly ...
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