Poems by Sidney Lanier
The Palm And The Pine
... In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone, ...
The Power Of Prayer
... all underholt, de Lord he answered Yes!And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread, ...
The Raven Days
... Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken, ...
The Revenge Of Hamish
... fted the child in the air,And sprang with the child in his arms from the horrible height in the sea, ...
The Song Of The Chattahoochee
... The white quartz shone, and the smooth brook-stone ...
The Stirrup-Cup
... Death, thou'rt a cordial old and rare: ...
The Symphony
... Fair Lady. I doubt no doubts: I strive, and shrive my clay, ...
The Tournament
... Joust First. I.Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, ...
The Waving Of The Corn
... The cricket tells straight on his simple thought -- ...
The Wedding
... My Bridegroom Death is come o'er the meres ...
Thou And I
... That thou might'st press the strings and I might draw the bow ...
To Baynard Taylor
... No profit out of death, -- going, yet still at stand, --Giving what life is here in hand to-day ...
To Beethoven
... When luminous lightnings strangely strikeThe sailor praying on his knees ...
To Charlotte Cushman
... So triple-rayed, thou mov'st, yet stay'st, serene -- ...
To Richard Wagner.
... -- Fond sighs for old things, shouts for new, -- did reign ...
