Paris (Alan Seeger Poems)
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Alan Seeger Poems on Life (33 Poems)
Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France (Alan Seeger Poems)
(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington inParis, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916.) Ay, it ...
An Ode To Antares (Alan Seeger Poems)
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Fragments (Alan Seeger Poems)
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
Maktoob (Alan Seeger Poems)
A shell surprised our post one day And killed a comrade at my side. My heart was sick ...
The Rendezvous (Alan Seeger Poems)
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
The Aisne (Alan Seeger Poems)
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
Tithonus (Alan Seeger Poems)
So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, ...
The Nympholept (Alan Seeger Poems)
There was a boy — not above childish fears — With steps that faltered now and straining ears, Timid, irresolute, ...
The Hosts (Alan Seeger Poems)
Purged, with the life they left, of allThat makes life paltry and mean and small,In their new dedication chargedWith something ...
Liebestod (Alan Seeger Poems)
I who, conceived beneath another star, Had been a prince and played with life, instead Have been its slave, an ...
All That’s Not Love . . . (Alan Seeger Poems)
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
Sonnet 02 (Alan Seeger Poems)
Not that I always struck the proper mean Of what mankind must give for what they gain, But, when I ...
Sonnet III (Alan Seeger Poems)
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
Sonnet 03 (Alan Seeger Poems)
Why should you be astonished that my heart, Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth, Should be revived ...
Sonnet XIII (Alan Seeger Poems)
I fancied, while you stood conversing there, Superb, in every attitude a queen, Her ermine thus Boadicea bare, So moved ...
Sonnet XIII (Alan Seeger Poems)
I fancied, while you stood conversing there, Superb, in every attitude a queen, Her ermine thus Boadicea bare, So moved ...
The Aisne (Alan Seeger Poems)
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
The Deserted Garden (Alan Seeger Poems)
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
The Hosts (Alan Seeger Poems)
Purged, with the life they left, of all That makes life paltry and mean and small, In their new dedication ...
The Nympholept (Alan Seeger Poems)
There was a boy -- not above childish fears -- With steps that faltered now and straining ears, Timid, irresolute, ...
The Rendezvous (Alan Seeger Poems)
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France (Alan Seeger Poems)
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
Tithonus (Alan Seeger Poems)
So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, ...
All That’s Not Love . . . (Alan Seeger Poems)
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
An Ode to Antares (Alan Seeger Poems)
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Fragments (Alan Seeger Poems)
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
Liebestod (Alan Seeger Poems)
I who, conceived beneath another star, Had been a prince and played with life, instead Have been its slave, an ...
Maktoob (Alan Seeger Poems)
A shell surprised our post one day And killed a comrade at my side. My heart was sick to see ...
Paris (Alan Seeger Poems)
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...