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 ...
From the German of Heine. In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone, Upon a wintry height; It sleeps: around ...
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea, How long they ...
Between Dawn and Sunrise. Were silver pink, and had a soul, Which soul were shy, which shyness might A visible ...
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea, Then vanish, and die utterly. One would not know that rain-drops fell If ...
or, The First Steamboat up the Alabama. You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet. De Lord, ...
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake ...
Written for the "Martha Washington Court Journal". Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time, When windy shams and the rain-mocking ...
Time, hurry my Love to me: Haste, haste! Lov'st not good company? Here's but a heart-break sandy waste 'Twixt Now ...
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken, And but the ghosts of homes to us remain, And ...
He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife, Night's finger on the lip of life Bids whist the tongue, so prattle-rife, ...
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know Two springs that with unbroken flow Forever pour their lucent ...
From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day, As from a bell that far away Is tinkled ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
My soul is sailing through the sea, But the Past is heavy and hindereth me. The Past hath crusted cumbrous ...
Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day. Each rules a half of earth with different sway, Exchanging kingdoms, ...
Well: Death is a huge omnivorous Toad Grim squatting on a twilight road. He catcheth all that Circumstance Hath tossed ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin, With a lot o' truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin' (Which ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
The innocent, sweet Day is dead. Dark Night hath slain her in her bed. O, Moors are as fierce to ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
Death, thou'rt a cordial old and rare: Look how compounded, with what care! Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet ...
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness thee And make thee harrow all my spirit's glebe. Of old the blind bard ...
A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal frost, Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost. High ...
My soul is like the oar that momently Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave, Then glitters out again ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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 ...
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