Paris (Alan Seeger Poems)
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
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 ...
(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington inParis, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916.) Ay, it ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
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 ...
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 ...
Oh, you are more desirable to me Than all I staked in an impulsive hour, Making my youth the sport ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
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 ...
I who, conceived beneath another star, Had been a prince and played with life, instead Have been its slave, an ...
Thy petals yet are closely curled, Rose of the world, Around their scented, golden core; Nor yet has Summer purpled ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Oh, you are more desirable to me Than all I staked in an impulsive hour, Making my youth the sport ...
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 ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
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