Sidney Lanier

Sidney Lanier

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 bloБольше
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The Palm And The Pine

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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In The Foam

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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June Dreams In January

"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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The Symphony

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

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Ireland

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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Night And Day

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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Street Cries

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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Laughter In The Senate

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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Joness Private Argyment

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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#the wedding1 мин. чтения

The Wedding

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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Psalm Of The West

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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Struggle

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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