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. ...
Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
The robin laughed in the orange-tree: "Ho, windy North, a fig for thee: While breasts are red and wings are ...
Joust First. I. Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, And the knights still hurried amain To the tournament ...
For ever wave, for ever float and shine Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mine Wherein I dreamed that ...
What heartache -- ne'er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low. With one ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report ...
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved ...
As Love will carve dear names upon a tree, Symbol of gravure on his heart to be, So thought I ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Through all that year-scarred agony of height, Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands His wandy circlet with his ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells Two weddings in one breath. SHE marries whom her love compels: -- And I wed ...
Down mildest shores of milk-white sand, By cape and fair Floridian bay, Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on ...
I. The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine ...
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet, And laid him kneeling at thy feet. But, -- guerdon rich for ...
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me ...
So one in heart and thought, I trow, That thou might'st press the strings and I might draw the bow ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
Life swelleth in a whitening wave, And dasheth thee and me apart. I sweep out seaward: -- be thou brave. ...
Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white As all her thoughts; in shape like shields of prize, As if before young ...
"Order A. P. Hill to prepare for battle." "Tell Major Hawks to advance the Commissary train." "Let us cross the ...
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...
By Sidney and Clifford Lanier. O wish that's vainer than the plash Of these wave-whimsies on the shore: "Give us ...
Written for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880. Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland, Charmer of the sun and sea, ...
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill, Complain no more; for these, O heart, Direct the random of the ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
In o'er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music's bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect ...
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