I have a Rendezvous with Death (Alan Seeger Poems)
I have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air-I have ...
I have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air-I have ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
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, ...
(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington inParis, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916.) Ay, it ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
A shell surprised our post one day And killed a comrade at my side. My heart was sick ...
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 ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, ...
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 ...
I who, conceived beneath another star, Had been a prince and played with life, instead Have been its slave, an ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays More than her beautiful bright limbs were hid By the light ...
O happiness, I know not what far seas, Blue hills and deep, thy sunny realms surround, That thus in Music's ...
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air ...
Broceliande! in the perilous beauty of silence and menacing shade, Thou art set on the shores of the sea down ...
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