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 search of a word. — 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
