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Sidney Lanier
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(1842-1881)
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Jones's Porvate Argyment
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,
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My Springs
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
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"Nine From Eight"
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin,
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"Thar's More In the Man Than Thar Is In The Land"
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones,
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A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master
Into the woods my Master went,
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A Birthday Song. To S. G.
For ever wave, for ever float and shine
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A Dedication. To Charlotte Cushman.
As Love will carve dear names upon a tree,
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A Florida Ghost.
Down mildest shores of milk-white sand,
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A Florida Sunday.
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas
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A Sea-Shore Grave. To M. J. L.
By Sidney and Clifford Lanier.
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A Song Of Eternity In Time
Once, at night, in the manor wood
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A Song Of The Future.
Sail fast, sail fast,
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A Sunrise Song.
Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands
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Acknowledgment.
O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st,
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An Evening Song.
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
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An Frau Nannette Falk-Auerbach.
Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlischen Kunst
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At First. To Charlotte Cushman.
My crippled sense fares bow'd along
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Baby Charley.
He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife,
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Barnacles
My soul is sailing through the sea,
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Clover
Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields,
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Control.
O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness thee
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Corn.
To-day the woods are trembling through and through
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From The Flats.
What heartache -- ne'er a hill!
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Hymns Of The Marshes.
In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
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In Absence.
The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain
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In The Foam.
Life swelleth in a whitening wave,
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Ireland.
Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland,
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June Dreams, In January
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon
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Laughter In The Senate
In the South lies a lonesome, hungry Land;
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Laus Mariae
Across the brook of Time man leaping goes
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Marsh Hymns
Were silver pink, and had a soul,
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Martha Washington
Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time,
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Night
Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day.
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Night And Day
The innocent, sweet Day is dead.
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Nilsson
A rose of perfect red, embossed
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Nirvana
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies,
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Ode To The Johns Hopkins University
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, --
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On A Palmetto
Through all that year-scarred agony of height,
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On Huntingdon's "Miranda"
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
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On Violet's Wafers, Sent Me When I Was Ill
Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white
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Opposition
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill,
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Our Hills
Dear Mother-Earth
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Owl Against Robin
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him
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Psalm Of The West
Land of the willful gospel, thou worst and thou best;
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Resurrection
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river
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Rose-Morals
Would that my songs might be
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Souls And Rain-Drops
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
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Special Pleading
Time, hurry my Love to me:
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Spring Greeting
All faintly through my soul to-day,
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Strange Jokes
Well: Death is a huge omnivorous Toad
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Street Cries
Oft seems the Time a market-town
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Struggle
My soul is like the oar that momently
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Tampa Robins
The robin laughed in the orange-tree:
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The Bee
What time I paced, at pleasant morn,
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The Crystal
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time,
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The Dove
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn,
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The Dying Words Of Stonewall Jackson
The stars of Night contain the glittering Day
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The Hard Times In Elfland
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
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The Harlequin Of Dreams
Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found,
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The Jacquerie A Fragment
Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright
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The Jacquerie A Fragment
Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright
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The Mocking-Bird
Superb and sole, upon a plumed spray
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The Palm And The Pine
In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone,
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The Power Of Prayer
You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet.
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The Raven Days
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,
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The Revenge Of Hamish
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay;
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The Song Of The Chattahoochee
Out of the hills of Habersham,
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The Stirrup-Cup
Death, thou'rt a cordial old and rare:
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The Symphony
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead!
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The Tournament
Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies,
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The Waving Of The Corn
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled
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The Wedding
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
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Thou And I
So one in heart and thought, I trow,
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To ----
The Day was dying; his breath
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To ----, With A Rose
I asked my heart to say
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To Baynard Taylor
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height,
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To Beethoven
In o'er-strict calyx lingering,
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To Charlotte Cushman
Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam
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To Dr. Thomas Shearer
Since you, rare friend! have tied my living tongue
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To J. D. H.
Dear friend, forgive a wild lament
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To My Class: On Certain Fruits And Flowers Sent Me In Sickness
If spicy-fringed pinks that blush and pale
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To Nannette Falk-Auerbach
Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in heavenly art,
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To Our Mocking-Bird
Trillets of humor, -- shrewdest whistle-wit, --
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To Wilhelmina
A white face, drooping, on a bending neck:
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Uncle Jim's Baptist Revival Hymn
This state of things -- when the delicate young rootlets of the cotton
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Under The Cedarcroft Chestnut
Trim set in ancient sward, his manful bole
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Wedding-Hymn
Thou God, whose high, eternal Love
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