Sonnet IX (Alan Seeger Poems)
Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded ...
Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded ...
VIOLETS, sweet violets,I can find the fairest,In a little ferny glenBlossom all the rarest,I can reach the leafy bedsWhere they ...
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
I'm just in love with all these three, The Weald and the Marsh and the Down country. Nor I don't ...
See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far? O that was whence they hewed the keels That ...
I To-night, a first movement, a pulse, As if the rain in bogland gathered head To slip and flood: a ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
Speak of the North! A lonely moor Silent and dark and tractless swells, The waves of some wild streamlet pour ...
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell, From the aery in the tower Eagles fell; So with regal ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, Where all except the flag is strange ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the ...
I know a seraph who has golden eyes, And hair of gold, and body like the snow. Here in the ...
What heartache -- ne'er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low. With one ...
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