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 ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Oft when sweet music undulated round, Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
The need to love that all the stars obeyEntered my heart and banished all beside.Bare were the gardens where I ...
I who, conceived beneath another star, Had been a prince and played with life, instead Have been its slave, an ...
Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays More than her beautiful bright limbs were hid By the light ...
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
Oh, you are more desirable to me Than all I staked in an impulsive hour, Making my youth the sport ...
Oh, you are more desirable to me Than all I staked in an impulsive hour, Making my youth the sport ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays More than her beautiful bright limbs were hid By the light ...
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 ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
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 ...
I who, conceived beneath another star, Had been a prince and played with life, instead Have been its slave, an ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
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