I have a Rendezvous with Death (Alan Seeger Poems)
I have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air-I have ...
I have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air-I have ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
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 ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
Oft when sweet music undulated round, Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves ...
Purged, with the life they left, of allThat makes life paltry and mean and small,In their new dedication chargedWith something ...
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 ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air ...
A tide of beauty with returning May Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume Odors endeared; down avenues in ...
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the ...
Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue Look the leftovers of ...
To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound Whose stations Beauty's bright examples are, As of a silken city famed ...
Like as a dryad, from her native bole Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge, To a slow river ...
I loved illustrious cities and the crowds That eddy through their incandescent nights. I loved remote horizons with far clouds ...
If I was drawn here from a distant place, 'Twas not to pray nor hear our friend's address, But, gazing ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
I loved illustrious cities and the crowds That eddy through their incandescent nights. I loved remote horizons with far clouds ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
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 ...
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, ...
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