The Sultan’s Palace (Alan Seeger Poems)
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
I dreamt last night; and in that dreamMy boyhood's heart was mine again;These latter years did nothing seemWith all their ...
Jehovah! Jehovah! art Thou not stronger than gods of the heathen? I slew him, that Sisera, prince of the ...
ILadies who in chains of wedlockChafe at an unequal yoke,Not to nightingales give hearing;Better this, the raven's croak.IIDown the Prado ...
Last of its race, beside our college There stands an Oak Tree, centuries old,Which, could it voice its stores of ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
O LOVE, Love, Love! O withering might! O sun, that from thy noonday height Shudderest when I strain my sight, ...
I could not welcome you, oh! longed-for peace, Unless your coming had been heralded By victory. The legions who have ...
1There were trains that went in the tunnelsand never came out. The eyes of horsesfocused and trotted to their deaths.The ...
I am Minerva, the village poetess,Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the streetFor my heavy body, cock-eye, and ...
Who never lost, are unpreparedA Coronet to find!Who never thirstedFlagons, and Cooling Tamarind!Who never climbed the weary league-Can such a ...
Her sleeping head with its great gelid mass of serpents torpidly astir burned into the mirroring shield-- a scathing image ...
The people fought, quarreled, argued, in the desert, the heat, the wilderness, free but unhappy thirsty for water fighting over ...
What else could we do, for the doors were guarded, What else could we do, for they had imprisoned us, ...
Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind! Who never climbed the ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
O Love, Love, Love! O withering might! O sun, that from thy noonday height Shudderest when I strain my sight, ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
I am Minerva, the village poetess, Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street For my heavy body, ...
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