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 ...
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 ...
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. ...
I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death And stood beside the cavern through whose doors Enter the voyagers ...
Oft when sweet music undulated round, Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves ...
There was a boy — not above childish fears — With steps that faltered now and straining ears, Timid, irresolute, ...
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 ...
Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled Clothed her as sunshine ...
IT may be for the world of weeds and tares And dearth in Nature of sweet Beauty's rose That oft ...
To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound Whose stations Beauty's bright examples are, As of a silken city famed ...
Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded ...
I loved illustrious cities and the crowds That eddy through their incandescent nights. I loved remote horizons with far clouds ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled Clothed her as sunshine ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
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, ...
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 ...
Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded ...
To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound Whose stations Beauty's bright examples are, As of a silken city famed ...
IT may be for the world of weeds and tares And dearth in Nature of sweet Beauty's rose That oft ...
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 ...
There was a boy -- not above childish fears -- With steps that faltered now and straining ears, Timid, irresolute, ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
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