Thar’s More In the Man Than Thar Is In The Land (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
Sidney Lanier Poems (73 Poems)
Control (Sidney Lanier Poems)
O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness thee And make thee harrow all my spirit's glebe. Of old the blind bard ...
Nilsson (Sidney Lanier Poems)
A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal frost, Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost. High ...
Struggle (Sidney Lanier Poems)
My soul is like the oar that momently Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave, Then glitters out again ...
The Symphony (Sidney Lanier Poems)
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. ...
Corn (Sidney Lanier Poems)
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Nirvana (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
Tampa Robins (Sidney Lanier Poems)
The robin laughed in the orange-tree: "Ho, windy North, a fig for thee: While breasts are red and wings are ...
The Tournament (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Joust First. I. Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, And the knights still hurried amain To the tournament ...
A Birthday Song. To S. G. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
For ever wave, for ever float and shine Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mine Wherein I dreamed that ...
From The Flats. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
What heartache -- ne'er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low. With one ...
Ode To The Johns Hopkins University (Sidney Lanier Poems)
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
The Bee (Sidney Lanier Poems)
What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report ...
The Waving Of The Corn (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved ...
A Dedication. To Charlotte Cushman. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
As Love will carve dear names upon a tree, Symbol of gravure on his heart to be, So thought I ...
Hymns Of The Marshes. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
On A Palmetto (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Through all that year-scarred agony of height, Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands His wandy circlet with his ...
The Crystal (Sidney Lanier Poems)
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
The Wedding (Sidney Lanier Poems)
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells Two weddings in one breath. SHE marries whom her love compels: -- And I wed ...
A Florida Ghost. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Down mildest shores of milk-white sand, By cape and fair Floridian bay, Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on ...
In Absence. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine ...
On Huntingdon’s “Miranda” (Sidney Lanier Poems)
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet, And laid him kneeling at thy feet. But, -- guerdon rich for ...
The Dove (Sidney Lanier Poems)
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me ...
Thou And I (Sidney Lanier Poems)
So one in heart and thought, I trow, That thou might'st press the strings and I might draw the bow ...
A Florida Sunday. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
In The Foam. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Life swelleth in a whitening wave, And dasheth thee and me apart. I sweep out seaward: -- be thou brave. ...
On Violet’s Wafers, Sent Me When I Was Ill (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white As all her thoughts; in shape like shields of prize, As if before young ...
The Dying Words Of Stonewall Jackson (Sidney Lanier Poems)
"Order A. P. Hill to prepare for battle." "Tell Major Hawks to advance the Commissary train." "Let us cross the ...
To Baynard Taylor (Sidney Lanier Poems)
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...