Select Poems of Sidney LanierC. Scribners̕ Sons, 1899 - 97 páginas |
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... passion was for music , and that in boyhood he could , although untutored , 1 For the full title of works cited see Bibliography . * October 20 , 1893 , at Macon , Ga . play on almost every kind of instrument . He pre- A Brief Sketch of ...
... passion was for music , and that in boyhood he could , although untutored , 1 For the full title of works cited see Bibliography . * October 20 , 1893 , at Macon , Ga . play on almost every kind of instrument . He pre- A Brief Sketch of ...
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... passionate protesting Meekly changed , and softened till It sank to sad requesting And suggesting sadder still ... passion for the violin and his substitution of the flute therefor , we have already learned . According to competent ...
... passionate protesting Meekly changed , and softened till It sank to sad requesting And suggesting sadder still ... passion for the violin and his substitution of the flute therefor , we have already learned . According to competent ...
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... passion's mortal cry In satisfying symphonies . 1 Tiger - lilies , p . 32 . " Hayne's A Poet's Letters to a Friend . After settling in Bal- timore Lanier devoted more time to poetry than to music , as we may see from this sentence to ...
... passion's mortal cry In satisfying symphonies . 1 Tiger - lilies , p . 32 . " Hayne's A Poet's Letters to a Friend . After settling in Bal- timore Lanier devoted more time to poetry than to music , as we may see from this sentence to ...
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... passion that grieves , Friendly , sisterly , sweetheart leaves , Oh , rain me down from your darks that contain me Wisdoms ye winnow from winds that pain me , - Sift down tremors of sweet - within - sweet That advise me of more than ...
... passion that grieves , Friendly , sisterly , sweetheart leaves , Oh , rain me down from your darks that contain me Wisdoms ye winnow from winds that pain me , - Sift down tremors of sweet - within - sweet That advise me of more than ...
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... passion of patience , -sift me , -impeach me , — And there , oh there As ye hang with your myriad palms upturned in the air , Pray me a myriad prayer . " " 1 In this earnest ascription of spirituality to the leaves Lanier recalls Ruskin ...
... passion of patience , -sift me , -impeach me , — And there , oh there As ye hang with your myriad palms upturned in the air , Pray me a myriad prayer . " " 1 In this earnest ascription of spirituality to the leaves Lanier recalls Ruskin ...
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Select Poems of Sidney Lanier: Edited with an introd., notes, and ... Sidney Lanier Vista completa - 1895 |
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agnosticism American April artist Atlanta Baltimore Bayard Taylor beauty Bibliography bird Boston Boy's Mabinogion breath Bust Century Magazine Chattahoochee chil'en child Clifford Lanier Clinton Scollard Constitution of October Corn dark death Dey's mightily Dinah doth English Novel English Verse eyes Fair Lady February flute Gates gates of sleep Georgia Gilman grace grass Hamish hath Hayne Hayne's heart heaven hills of Habersham Independent New York Introduction Jacquerie Johns Hopkins University King Arthur Lanier's poem Letter lines Literature Lord lover Mabinogion Maclean Macon Marshes of Glynn mocking-bird moral Muscadines o'er October 19 passion poet poet's poetry Power of Prayer prose rose Science of English shame Sidney Lanier sing Song soul Springs stanza Sunrise sweet Symphony ten-tined buck thee thine thou Tiger-lilies Trade tribute Uncle Dan'l valleys of Hall Ward's Memorial wife William Hayes Ward you's
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Página 59 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Página 73 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Página 71 - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Página 35 - High o'er the hills of Habersham, Veiling the valleys of Hall, The hickory told me manifold Fair tales of shade, the poplar tall Wrought me her shadowy self to hold, The chestnut, the oak, the walnut, the pine, Overleaning, with flickering meaning and sign, Said, Pass not, so cold, these manifold Deep shades of the hills of Habersham, These glades in the valleys of Hall.
Página 46 - INTO the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him : The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came.
Página 34 - Abide, abide, The willful waterweeds held me thrall, The laving laurel turned my tide, The ferns and the fondling grass said Stay, The dewberry dipped for to work delay, And the little reeds sighed Abide, abide. Here in the hills of Habersham, Here in the valleys of Hall.
Página xliv - ... purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Página xxxiii - As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God : I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies : By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God : Oh, like to the greatness of God is the greatness within The range of the marshes, the liberal marshes of Glynn.
Página xxviii - We weave in the mills and heave in the kilns, We sieve mine-meshes under the hills, And thieve much gold from the Devil's bank tills. To relieve, O God, what manner of ills?— The beasts, they hunger, and eat, and die; And so do we, and the world's a sty; Hush, fellow-swine: why nuzzle and cry? Swinehood hath no remedy Say many men, and hasten by, Clamping the nose and blinking the eye.
Página 40 - Yon castle and lands to the two first hands that shall hook him and hold "Fast Hamish back from the brink!" — and ever she flies up the steep, And the clansmen pant, and they sweat, and they jostle and strain. But, mother, 'tis vain; but, father, 'tis vain; Stern Hamish stands bold on the brink, and dangles the child o'er the deep.