Poem outlines / by Sidney Lanier [electronic text]
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- Poem outlines / by Sidney Lanier [electronic text]
- Author
- Lanier, Sidney, 1842-1881
- Publication
- New York: Charles Scribner's Sons
- 1908
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"Poem outlines / by Sidney Lanier [electronic text]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BAH8752.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed April 19, 2024.
Contents
- TITLE PAGE
- NOTE
- Are ye so sharp set
- To believe in God
- The courses of the wind,
- I wish, said the poet,
- How dusty it is!
- THE DYSPEPTIC
- Foul Past, as my Master I scorn thee
- One of your cold jelly-fish poets
- Cousin cloud
- And then
- I have great trouble in behavior.
- I made me a song
- I fled in tears
- While I lie here
- I did not think so poorly of thee,
- Tender wiles
- A man does not reach any stature of manhood
- Thought, too, is carnivorous.
- Do you think the 19th century is past?
- All roads from childhood lead to hell
- Tolerance like a Harbor lay
- TO THE POLITICIANS
- "The Earth?"
- ORNAMENT BEFORE DRESS
- Every rule is a sign of weakness.
- How did'st thou win her, Death?
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I went into the Church to find my Lord. - O World, I wish there was room for a poet.
- In the lily, the sunset, the mountain
- But oh, how can ye trifle away your time
- I will be the Terpander of sadness
- I am but a small-winged bird
- Ah how I desire this matter!
- The United States
- BEETHOVEN
- Heart was a little child,
- Wan Silence lying lip on ground,
- A poet is a perpetual Adam
- The Improvement of the Ground
- How could I injure thee
- LO, he that hath helped me
- The church having become fashionable
- You wish me to argue
- The sleep of each night is a confession
- Like to the grasshopper
- So large, so blue
- Says Epictetus
- —Great shame came upon me.
- If that mountain-measured earth
- THE SONG OF ALDHELM
- Didst thou make me?
- There will one day be medicine
- This youth, O Science
- Thou that in thy beautiful Church
- CHOPIN
- A BUSINESS TRANSACTION
- Ambling, ambling round the ring,
- The Age is an Adonis
- Sometimes Providence
- The black-birds giving a shimmer of sound
- FOR A FLOWER DECORATION OF SOLDIERS' GRAVES
- In a silence embroidered with whispers
- The feverish heaven
- For Pray'r the Ocean is,
- As many blades of grass
- To stand with quietude
- So pray we
- It may be that the world can get along
- SONGS OF ALDHELM
- It appears that if I were perfect
- We know more than we know.
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But the corruption - WATER AT DAWN
- It is the easiest thing in the world
- O Science
- Come with me, Science
- To-day
- To many inarticulate
- The old Obligation of goodness
- A GARDEN PARTY
- Oh, man falls into this wide sea of life
- The grave is a cup
- Birth
- When bees, in honey-frenzies, rage and rage,
- All men are pearl-divers,
- It is always sunrise and always sunset somewhere
- Night's a black-haired poet
- These green and swelling hills
- Hunger and a whip
- Star-Drops
- The earth, a grain of pollen
- Our beliefs needed pruning,
- I, the artist, fought with a Knight
- My Desire is round
- I am startled at the gigantic suggestions
- On the advantage of reducing facts—
- I had a dog
- There was a flower called Faith
- Ten Lilies and ten Virgins
- Look out, Death, I am coming.
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Cut the Cord, Doctor! - Whether one is an optimist
- The Church is too hot, and Nothing is too cold.
- If I wish to compose
- It is now time
- Like the forest whose edges near man's dwellings
- To him that humbly here will look.
- Then three tall lilies
- How in the Age gone by
- The monstrous things the mighty world hath kept
- TO A CERTAIN THREE OAKS IN DRUID HILL PARK
- O Earth, O mother, thou my Beautiful
- HOW TWELVE STAGS PLOWED FOR SAINT LEONOR
- WHAT AM I WITHOUT THEE?
- My birds, my pretty pious buccaneers
- When into reasonable discourse plain
- I Awoke, and there my Gossip, Midnight, stood