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 ...
Sidney Lanier Poems on Art (18 Poems)
The Jacquerie A Fragment (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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 ...
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, ...
Acknowledgment. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...
To Beethoven (Sidney Lanier Poems)
In o'er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music's bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect ...
Clover (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
To Charlotte Cushman (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam Into the slumb'rous tissue of some stream, Till his bright self ...
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 ...
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. ...
Ireland. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Written for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880. Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland, Charmer of the sun and sea, ...
Laus Mariae (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Across the brook of Time man leaping goes On stepping-stones of epochs, that uprise Fixed, memorable, midst broad shallow flows ...
My Springs (Sidney Lanier Poems)
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know Two springs that with unbroken flow Forever pour their lucent ...
Nilsson (Sidney Lanier Poems)
A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal frost, Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost. High ...
Opposition (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill, Complain no more; for these, O heart, Direct the random of the ...
Rose-Morals (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. -- Red. Would that my songs might be What roses make by day and night -- Distillments of my ...
Street Cries (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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 ...