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, ...
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 ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death And stood beside the cavern through whose doors Enter the voyagers ...
A shell surprised our post one day And killed a comrade at my side. My heart was sick ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
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 ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the ...
A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze That loves the melody of murmuring boughs, Cool shades, green acreage, and antique ...
I loved illustrious cities and the crowds That eddy through their incandescent nights. I loved remote horizons with far clouds ...
I loved illustrious cities and the crowds That eddy through their incandescent nights. I loved remote horizons with far clouds ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
A shell surprised our post one day And killed a comrade at my side. My heart was sick to see ...
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the ...
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 ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
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 ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
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 ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
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