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 ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
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 ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
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 ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
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 ...
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 ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
Not that I always struck the proper mean Of what mankind must give for what they gain, But, when I ...
Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have ...
Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest,With single rites the common debt to pay?On some green headland fronting ...
Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance Came to its precious and most perfect flower, Whether you tourneyed with victorious ...
Oh, you are more desirable to me Than all I staked in an impulsive hour, Making my youth the sport ...
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 ...
Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance Came to its precious and most perfect flower, Whether you tourneyed with victorious ...
Not that I always struck the proper mean Of what mankind must give for what they gain, But, when I ...
Oh, you are more desirable to me Than all I staked in an impulsive hour, Making my youth the sport ...
Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest, With single rites the common debt to pay? On some green ...
Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
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