Rose-Morals (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. -- Red. Would that my songs might be What roses make by day and night -- Distillments of my ...
I. -- Red. Would that my songs might be What roses make by day and night -- Distillments of my ...
Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has ...
(To a Man who maintained that the Mausoleum is the Stateliest Possible Manner of Interment) I would be one with ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, ...
In Springfield, Illinois IT is portentious, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A ...
And must the Senator from Illinois Be this squat thing, with blinking, half-closed eyes? This brazen gutter idol, reared to ...
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me ...
At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, ...
I I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on: Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the peewits ...
DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.) Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer, Whose eyes ...
The moon's an open furnace door Where all can see the blast, We shovel in our blackest griefs, Upon that ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken, And but the ghosts of homes to us remain, And ...
The test of a man is the fight he makes, The grit that he daily shows; The way he stands ...
Drop a pebble in the water, And its ripples reach out far; And the sunbeams dancing on them May reflect ...
Lord, Make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, ...
When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes, ...
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