A Message To America (Alan Seeger Poems)
You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, ...
Alan Seeger Poems on Past (15 Poems)
The Torture Of Cuauhtemoc (Alan Seeger Poems)
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Do You Remember Once . . . (Alan Seeger Poems)
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
The Wanderer (Alan Seeger Poems)
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
Antinous (Alan Seeger Poems)
Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh ...
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 ...
Lyonesse (Alan Seeger Poems)
In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say: Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess, And fertile lowlands lengthening far away, ...
Do You Remember Once . . . (Alan Seeger Poems)
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
A Message to America (Alan Seeger Poems)
You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, ...
Antinous (Alan Seeger Poems)
Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh ...
Lyonesse (Alan Seeger Poems)
In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say: Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess, And fertile lowlands lengthening far away, ...
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 ...
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 Torture of Cuauhtemoc (Alan Seeger Poems)
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
The Wanderer (Alan Seeger Poems)
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...