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 ...
(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington inParis, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916.) Ay, it ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
I care not that one listen if he lives For aught but life's romance, nor puts above All life's necessities ...
Why should you be astonished that my heart, Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth, Should be revived ...
The lad I was I longer now Nor am nor shall be evermore. Spring's lovely blossoms from my brow Have ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
The lad I was I longer now Nor am nor shall be evermore. Spring's lovely blossoms from my brow Have ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Why should you be astonished that my heart, Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth, Should be revived ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
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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