Into the woods, my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent, Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last: 'Twas on a tree they slew Him--last When out of the woods… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain; Run the rapid and leap the… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
Look out, Death: I am coming.-Art thou not glad? what talks we'll have.-What memories of old battles.-Come, bring the bowl, Death; I am thirsty. — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies, In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
But Thee, but Thee, O sovereign Seer of time, But Thee, O poets' Poet, Wisdom's Tongue, But Thee, O man's best Man, O love's… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
Well: Love and Pain Be kinfolks twain; Yet would, Oh would I could Love again. — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
If a man made himself an expert in any particular branch of human activity, there would result the strong tendency that a peculiar aptitude… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
O Trade, O Trade! Would thou wert dead!The time needs heart - 'tis tired of head. — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
But I cannot bring myself to believe that I was intended for a musician, because it seems so small a business in comparison with… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
Leap through the Mystery of death as the circus-rider leaps through the papered hoop ... find Life ambling along beneath us on the Other Side. — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
