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 ...
You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, ...
(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington inParis, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916.) Ay, it ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er. The world takes sides: whether for impious aims With Tyranny ...
Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue Look the leftovers of ...
I have sought Happiness, but it has been A lovely rainbow, baffling all pursuit, And tasted Pleasure, but it was ...
Oh, love of woman, you are known to be A passion sent to plague the hearts of men; For every ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er. The world takes sides: whether for impious aims With Tyranny ...
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 ...
You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Oh, love of woman, you are known to be A passion sent to plague the hearts of men; For every ...
I have sought Happiness, but it has been A lovely rainbow, baffling all pursuit, And tasted Pleasure, but it was ...
Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue Look the leftovers of ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
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