All That’s Not Love . . . (Alan Seeger Poems)
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled Clothed her as sunshine ...
Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden ...
Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have ...
As one of some fat tillage dispossessed, Weighing the yield of these four faded years, If any ask what fruit ...
Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs, The ponderous undertones of 'bus and tram, A garret and a ...
A tide of beauty with returning May Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume Odors endeared; down avenues in ...
Down the strait vistas where a city street Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances, Stained with far fumes the ...
A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er. The world takes sides: whether for impious aims With Tyranny ...
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the ...
Not that I always struck the proper mean Of what mankind must give for what they gain, But, when I ...
Be my companion under cool arcades That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades ...
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 ...
IT may be for the world of weeds and tares And dearth in Nature of sweet Beauty's rose That oft ...
Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; Twine yellow roses for the ...
Above the ruin of God's holy place, Where man-forsaken lay the bleeding rood, Whose hands, when men had craved substantial ...
Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue Look the leftovers of ...
Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest,With single rites the common debt to pay?On some green headland fronting ...
When among creatures fair of countenance Love comes enformed in such proud character, So far as other beauty yields to ...
A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze That loves the melody of murmuring boughs, Cool shades, green acreage, and antique ...
Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance Came to its precious and most perfect flower, Whether you tourneyed with victorious ...
I stood beside his sepulchre whose fame, Hurled over Europe once on bolt and blast, Now glows far off as ...
I care not that one listen if he lives For aught but life's romance, nor puts above All life's necessities ...
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 ...
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate ...
There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months ...
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