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 that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
Oft when sweet music undulated round, Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves ...
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 ...
Not that I always struck the proper mean Of what mankind must give for what they gain, But, when I ...
Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh ...
The rooks aclamor when one enters here Startle the empty towers far overhead; Through gaping walls the summer fields appear, ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze That loves the melody of murmuring boughs, Cool shades, green acreage, and antique ...
Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded ...
The rooks aclamor when one enters here Startle the empty towers far overhead; Through gaping walls the summer fields appear, ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh ...
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 ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
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 ...
Not that I always struck the proper mean Of what mankind must give for what they gain, But, when I ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled Clothed her as sunshine ...
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