Juvenilia, An OdeTo Natural Beauty (Alan Seeger Poems)
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
Oft when sweet music undulated round, Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves ...
The need to love that all the stars obeyEntered my heart and banished all beside.Bare were the gardens where I ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
A tide of beauty with returning May Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume Odors endeared; down avenues in ...
Down the strait vistas where a city street Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances, Stained with far fumes the ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
A tide of beauty with returning May Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume Odors endeared; down avenues in ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
The need to love that all the stars obey Entered my heart and banished all beside. Bare were the gardens ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
Oft when sweet music undulated round, Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Down the strait vistas where a city street Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances, Stained with far fumes the ...
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