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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
 1. 
I
 2. 
II
 3. 
III
 4. 
IV
 1. 
SONNET I
 2. 
SONNET II
 3. 
SONNET III
 4. 
SONNET IV
 5. 
SONNET V
 6. 
SONNET VI
 7. 
SONNET VII
 8. 
SONNET VIII
 9. 
SONNET IX
 10. 
SONNET X
 11. 
SONNET XI
 12. 
SONNET XII
 13. 
SONNET XIII
 14. 
SONNET XIV
 15. 
SONNET XV
 16. 
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 ...
 1. 
SONNET I
 2. 
SONNET II
 3. 
SONNET III
 4. 
SONNET IV
 5. 
SONNET V
 6. 
SONNET VI
 7. 
SONNET VII
 8. 
SONNET VIII
 9. 
SONNET IX
 10. 
SONNET X
 11. 
SONNET XI
 12. 
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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SONNET VII

There have been times when I could storm and plead,
But you shall never hear me supplicate.
These long months that have magnified my need
Have made my asking less importunate,
For now small favors seem to me so great
That not the courteous lovers of old time
Were more content to rule themselves and wait,
Easing desire with discourse and sweet rhyme.
Nay, be capricious, willful; have no fear
To wound me with unkindness done or said,
Lest mutual devotion make too dear
My life that hangs by a so slender thread,
And happy love unnerve me before May
For that stern part that I have yet to play.
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