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 ...
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 ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
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 ...
Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled Clothed her as sunshine ...
Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden ...
Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have ...
I care not that one listen if he lives For aught but life's romance, nor puts above All life's necessities ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
Oft when sweet music undulated round, Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves ...
Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have ...
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 ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
I care not that one listen if he lives For aught but life's romance, nor puts above All life's necessities ...
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