A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master – Sidney Lanier

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…

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Clover by Sidney Lanier

Dear uplands, Chester’s favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one— A grave good-morrow to your Graces, all, Fair tilth and fruitful seasons! Lo,…

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I made me a Song by Sidney Lanier

I made me a song of serenade, And I stole in the Night, in the Night, To the window of the world where man slept…

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The Dyspeptic by Sidney Lanier

Frown, quoth my lord Stomach, And I lowered. Quarrel, quoth my lord Liver, And I lashed my wife and children, Till at the breakfast-table Hell…

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The Waving of the Corn by Sidney Lanier

Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved a-field, In cool green radius…

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While I Lie Here by Sidney Lanier

While I lie here under the tree, Comes a strange insect and poises an instant at my cheek, And lays his antennæ there upon my…

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