Marsh Hymns (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Between Dawn and Sunrise. Were silver pink, and had a soul, Which soul were shy, which shyness might A visible ...
Sidney Lanier Poems on Soul (19 Poems)
Night (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day. Each rules a half of earth with different sway, Exchanging kingdoms, ...
Nilsson (Sidney Lanier Poems)
A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal frost, Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost. High ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 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 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, ...
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, ...
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 ...
Barnacles (Sidney Lanier Poems)
My soul is sailing through the sea, But the Past is heavy and hindereth me. The Past hath crusted cumbrous ...
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, ...
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 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 ...
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. ...
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 ...
June Dreams, In January (Sidney Lanier Poems)
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...