Sidney Lanier

Sidney Lanier

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Sidney Clopton Lanier[1] (February 3, 1842 – September 7, 1881) was an American musician, poet and author. He served in the Confederate States Army as a private,[2] worked on a blockade-running ship for which he was imprisoned (resulting in his catching tuberculosis), taught, worked at a hotel where he gave musical performances, was a church organist, and worked as a lawyer.
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The Wedding

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O marriage-bells, your clamor tells Two weddings in one breath
HE marries whom her love compels: — And I wed Goodman Death
My brain is blank, my tears are red;
Listen,
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Laughter In The Senate

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In the South lies a lonesome, hungry Land;
He huddles his rags with a cripple's hand;
He mutters, prone on the barren sand,    What time his heart is breaking
He lifts his bare head from the ground;
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Psalm Of The West

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Land of the willful gospel, thou worst and thou best;
Tall Adam of lands, new-made of the dust of the West;
Thou wroughtest alone in the Garden of God,
Till He fashioned lithe Freedom to lie for thine Eve on thy breast — Till out of...
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Night And Day

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The innocent, sweet Day is dead
Dark Night hath slain her in her bed
O,
Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed
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June Dreams In January

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"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills,
In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ardors and sun-loves and subtle thrills;"Throb,
Beautiful
while the fervent hours...
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Joness Private Argyment

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That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,  He had this pint about him:
He'd swear with a hundred sighs and groans,
That farmers
ST stop gittin' loans,  And git along without 'em:
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Struggle

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My soul is like the oar that momently Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I'm new-born from some new grave
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The Symphony

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"O Trade
O Trade
would thou wert dead
The Time needs heart — 'tis tired of head:
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The Palm And The Pine

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In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone,
Upon a wintry height;
It sleeps:  around it snows have thrown A covering of white
It dreams forever of a Palm That, far i' the Morning-land,
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Street Cries

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Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out along the street Their needs, as wares; one
US, one SO: Till all the ways are full of sound: — But still come rain, and sun, and snow, A...
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In The Foam

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Life swelleth in a whitening wave,
And dasheth thee and me apart
I sweep out seaward: —  be thou brave
And reach the shore,
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Ireland

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Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland,
Charmer of the sun and sea,
Bright beguiler of old anguish,
How could Famine frown on thee
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The Marshes of Glynn

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Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs, -- Emerald twilights, -- Virginal shy lights,
Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper...
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Laus Mariae

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Across the brook of Time man leaping goes On stepping-stones of epochs, that
Fixed, memorable, midst broad shallow flows Of neutrals, kill-times, sleeps, indifferencies
So twixt each morn and night rise salient heaps:
Some cross wit...
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A Birthday Song To S G

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For ever wave, for ever float and
Before my yearning eyes, oh
dream of
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,
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Night

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Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day
Each rules a half of earth with different sway,
Exchanging kingdoms,
East and West, alway
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