Tithonus (Alan Seeger Poems)
So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, ...
So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, ...
I.Come away! Come away!Flow'rs are fresh, and fields are gay!Spring her early charms discovers;Now the yellow butterfly,Herself a flying primrose, ...
TWINS of one morning, on a single stem, Two Roses side by side were growing,On each alike there hung ...
She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs; ...
Proud Adelil! Proud Adelil! Why does she lie so cold? (I made her shrink, I made her ...
Over the tops of the houses Twilight and sunset meet. The green, diaphanous dusk ...
The breaths of kissing night and day Were mingled in the eastern Heaven, Throbbing with unheard melody, Shook Lyra all ...
They seem the enfolding mountains of some fairer landThat lies beyond the world,With vales of purpling rose in hills eburnean ...
What heart could have thought you? — Past our devisal (O filigree petal!) Fashioned so purely, Fragilely, surely, From what ...
O dancer with the dove-swift feet and hands,So palely swayingAgainst the moon's replenished rondure,Thou treadest not this autumn ground alone:But ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no ...
"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . . It's true I've been accustomed now to home, And joints ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The breaths of kissing night and day Were mingled in the eastern Heaven, Throbbing with unheard melody, Shook Lyra all ...
What heart could have thought you? -- Past our devisal (O filigree petal!) Fashioned so purely, Fragilely, surely, From what ...
So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, ...
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through ...
A dream tree, Polly's tree: a thicket of sticks, each speckled twig ending in a thin-paned leaf unlike any other ...
In the last spring I ever knew, In those last days, I sat in the forsaken orchard Where beyond fields ...
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