But I cannot bring myself to believe that I was intended for a musician, because it seems so small a business in… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
When I hear music, it seems to me that all the sins of my life pass slowly by me with veiled faces,… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
Chime out, thou little song of Spring, Float in the blue skies ravishing. Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring That's sweet, albeit… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
And yet shall Love himself be heard,Though long deferred, though long deferred:O'er the modern waste a dove hath whirred:Music is Love in… — 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
As the woodpecker taps in a spiral quest From the root to the top of the tree, Then flies to another tree, So have… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
Into the woods, my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent, Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
When I hear music, it seems to me that all the sins of my life pass slowly by me with veiled faces, lay their… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
