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Poems by Alan Seeger

with an introduction by William Archer
Seeger, Alan (1886-1916)

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JUVENILIA 1914
  
AN ODE TO NATURAL BEAUTY
  
THE DESERTED GARDEN
  
THE TORTURE OF CUAUHTEMOC
  
THE NYMPHOLEPT
  
THE WANDERER
  
THE NEED TO LOVE
  
EL EXTRAVIADO
  
LA NUE
  
ALL THAT'S NOT LOVE ...
  
PARIS
  
THE SULTAN'S PALACE
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FRAGMENTS
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I
 2. 
II
 3. 
III
 4. 
IV
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SONNET I
 2. 
SONNET II
 3. 
SONNET III
 4. 
SONNET IV
 5. 
SONNET V
 6. 
SONNET VI
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SONNET VII
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SONNET VIII
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SONNET IX
 10. 
SONNET X
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SONNET XI
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SONNET XII
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SONNET XIII
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SONNET XIV
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SONNET XV
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SONNET XVI
  
KYRENAÏKOS
  
ANTINOUS
  
VIVIEN
  
I LOVED ...
  
VIRGINIBUS PUERISQUE ...
  
WITH A COPY OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS ON LEAVING COLLEGE
  
WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF THE COMTESSE DE NOAILLES
  
COUCY
  
TEZCOTZINCO
  
THE OLD LOWE HOUSE, STATEN ISLAND
  
ONEATA
  
ON THE CLIFFS, NEWPORT
  
TO ENGLAND AT THE OUTBREAK OF THE BALKAN WAR
  
AT THE TOMB OF NAPOLEON BEFORE THE ELECTIONS IN AMERICA—NOVEMBER, 1912
  
THE RENDEZVOUS
  
DO YOU REMEMBER ONCE ...
  
THE BAYADERE
  
EUDÆMON
  
BROCELIANDE
  
LYONESSE
  
TITHONUS
  
AN ODE TO ANTARES
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LAST POEMS 1916
  
THE AISNE (1914–15)
  
CHAMPAGNE, 1914–15
  
THE HOSTS
  
MAKTOOB
  
I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH ...
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SONNET I
 2. 
SONNET II
 3. 
SONNET III
 4. 
SONNET IV
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SONNET V
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SONNET VI
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SONNET VII
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SONNET VIII
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SONNET IX
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SONNET X
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SONNET XI
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SONNET XII
  
BELLINGLISE
  
LIEBESTOD
  
RESURGAM
  
A MESSAGE TO AMERICA
  
INTRODUCTION AND CONCLUSION OF A LONG POEM
  
ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE

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THE OLD LOWE HOUSE, STATEN ISLAND

Another prospect pleased the builder's eye,
And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes)
Here in the sorrowful suburban lanes
When first these gables rose against the sky.
Relic of a romantic taste gone by,
This stately monument alone remains,
Vacant, with lichened walls and window-panes
Blank as the windows of a skull. But I,
On evenings when autumnal winds have stirred
In the porch-vines, to this gray oracle
Have laid a wondering ear and oft-times heard
As from the hollow of a stranded shell,
Old voices echoing (or my fancy erred)
Things indistinct, but not insensible.
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