 And apple-blossoms fill the air I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I...  The Poetic Year for 1916 A Critical Anthology - 343 psl.autoriai: William Stanley Braithwaite - 1917 - 403 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1916 - 536 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath; It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year . And the first meadow flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where... | |
 | 1918 - 550 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring...again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. Here Nature, so far from relieving the pain of the contemplation, as in Thanatopsis, accentuates it.... | |
 | University of Pennsylvania - 1917 - 922 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring...year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows, 't were better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep... | |
 | Fred Wellington Ruckstuhl - 1916 - 618 psl.
...my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still : I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill When Spring...again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. *Poems by Alan Seeger. With an Introduction by William Archer. New York: Charles Scribner"s Sons, 1916.... | |
 | 1916 - 1008 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath ; It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where... | |
 | John William Cunliffe - 1916 - 340 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath ; It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where... | |
 | George Herbert Clarke - 1917 - 324 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring...year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows 't were better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep... | |
 | George Herbert Clarke - 1917 - 322 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring...year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows 't were better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep... | |
 | William Reginald Wheeler - 1917 - 224 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where... | |
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