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, ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
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 ...
I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death And stood beside the cavern through whose doors Enter the voyagers ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
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, ...
Purged, with the life they left, of allThat makes life paltry and mean and small,In their new dedication chargedWith something ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
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 ...
Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays More than her beautiful bright limbs were hid By the light ...
Broceliande! in the perilous beauty of silence and menacing shade, Thou art set on the shores of the sea down ...
Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled Clothed her as sunshine ...
A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er. The world takes sides: whether for impious aims With Tyranny ...
IT may be for the world of weeds and tares And dearth in Nature of sweet Beauty's rose That oft ...
I stood beside his sepulchre whose fame, Hurled over Europe once on bolt and blast, Now glows far off as ...
To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound Whose stations Beauty's bright examples are, As of a silken city famed ...
Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun, Depths of the azure eastern sky between, Plains where the poplar-bordered highways run, Patched ...
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 ...
If I was drawn here from a distant place, 'Twas not to pray nor hear our friend's address, But, gazing ...
I loved illustrious cities and the crowds That eddy through their incandescent nights. I loved remote horizons with far clouds ...
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