Poems of Sidney LanierC. Scribners Sons, 1884 - 252 psl. |
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... green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep ; Up - breathed from the marshes , a message of range and of sweep , Interwoven with waftures of wild sea - liberties , drifting , Came through the lapped leaves sifting , sifting , Came ...
... green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep ; Up - breathed from the marshes , a message of range and of sweep , Interwoven with waftures of wild sea - liberties , drifting , Came through the lapped leaves sifting , sifting , Came ...
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... green leaves , little masters ! like as ye gloss All the dull - tissued dark with your luminous darks that em- boss The vague blackness of night into pattern and plan , So , ( But would I could know , but would I could know , ) With ...
... green leaves , little masters ! like as ye gloss All the dull - tissued dark with your luminous darks that em- boss The vague blackness of night into pattern and plan , So , ( But would I could know , but would I could know , ) With ...
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... Green worship ; if thou grow or fade , Bring on delight or misery , Fly east or west , be made Snow , hail , rain , wind , grass , rose , light , shade ; What matters it to thee ? There is no thee . Pass , kinsman Cloud , now fair and ...
... Green worship ; if thou grow or fade , Bring on delight or misery , Fly east or west , be made Snow , hail , rain , wind , grass , rose , light , shade ; What matters it to thee ? There is no thee . Pass , kinsman Cloud , now fair and ...
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... green colon- nades Of the dim sweet woods , of the dear dark woods , Of the heavenly woods and glades , That run to the radiant marginal sand - beach within The wide sea - marshes of Glynn ; -- Beautiful glooms , soft dusks in the noon ...
... green colon- nades Of the dim sweet woods , of the dear dark woods , Of the heavenly woods and glades , That run to the radiant marginal sand - beach within The wide sea - marshes of Glynn ; -- Beautiful glooms , soft dusks in the noon ...
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... Green , and all of a height , and unflecked with a light or a shade , Stretch leisurely off , in a pleasant plain , To the terminal blue of the main . Oh , what is abroad in the marsh and the terminal sea ? Somehow my soul seems ...
... Green , and all of a height , and unflecked with a light or a shade , Stretch leisurely off , in a pleasant plain , To the terminal blue of the main . Oh , what is abroad in the marsh and the terminal sea ? Somehow my soul seems ...
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A. P. Hill Æschylus ALABAMA Baby Charley BALTIMORE beauty Beethoven blue Brain breath burn calm CEDARCROFT cloud corn cried dark dawn dead dear death Dey's mightily Dinah doth dream e'er earth eyes fain fair Fair Lady faith flame fool France gaze GEORGIA grass grave grief Gris Grillon Habersham Hamish hand hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly heerd hell hills hound JACQUERIE King kiss Lady land Lanier leapt light lips look Lord Raoul MACON marsh marshes of Glynn morn never night nine from eight Nirvâna o'er pain passion poem poet PRATTVILLE quoth Love rose round sail Santa Claus shame shine Sidney Lanier sigh smile song soul stars stood sweet tears thar thee thine tree twixt villeins violet wave West wife wild WILLIAM HAYES WARD wind wing wrought
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51 psl. - OF fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill, Complain no more ; for these, O heart, Direct the random of the will As rhymes direct the rage of art. The lute's...