Paris (Alan Seeger Poems)
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Here is the height of land:The watershed on either handGoes down to Hudson BayOr Lake Superior;The stars are up, and ...
O ocean liner you sing and sailYour body white and your funnels yellowTired of the anchorages' filthy watersYou who have ...
How sweet the brazen belfries chime Across the hills and through the dales, And o'er the breasts of ...
IWe gave them at the harbour every token- The ritual of the guns, and at the mast The ...
WHEN furrowed fields of shaded brown, And emerald meadows spread between,And belfries towering from the town, All blent in wavering ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands ...
Be my companion under cool arcades That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades ...
West and away the wheels of darkness roll, Day's beamy banner up the east is borne,Spectres and fears, the nightmare ...
"I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
It is done! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Be my companion under cool arcades That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades ...
Ring your sweet bells; but let them be farewells To the green-vista'd gladness of the past That changed us into ...
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
In sea-cold Lyonesse, When the Sabbath eve shafts down On the roofs, walls, belfries Of the foundered town, The Nereids ...
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