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 ...
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
For ever wave, for ever float and shine Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mine Wherein I dreamed that ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
In the South lies a lonesome, hungry Land; He huddles his rags with a cripple's hand; He mutters, prone on ...
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know Two springs that with unbroken flow Forever pour their lucent ...
A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal frost, Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost. High ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
Dear Mother-Earth Of Titan birth, Yon hills are your large breasts, and often I Have climbed to their top-nipples, fain ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin, With a lot o' truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin' (Which ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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