All Poems
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The Bee
© Sidney Lanier
What time I paced, at pleasant morn,
A deep and dewy wood,
I heard a mellow hunting-horn
Make dim report of Dian's lustihood
The Women Of The Sailors
© Edgar Albert Guest
The women of the sailors, unto them, O God, be kind!
They never hear the breaking waves, they never hear the wind
But that their hearts are anguish-tossed-, and every thought's a fear,
For the women of the sailors it's a bitter time of year.
At Utter Loaf
© James Whitcomb Riley
An afternoon as ripe with heat
As might the golden pippin be
With mellowness if at my feet
It dropped now from the apple-tree
My hammock swings in lazily.
Tampa Robins
© Sidney Lanier
The robin laughed in the orange-tree:
"Ho, windy North, a fig for thee:
While breasts are red and wings are bold
And green trees wave us globes of gold,
Time's scythe shall reap but bliss for me
-- Sunlight, song, and the orange-tree.
Mart. Ep. XV. Lib. 6.
© Richard Lovelace
Dum Phaetontea formica vagatur in umbra,
Implicuit tenuem succina gutta feram,
Dignum tantorum pretium tulit illa laborum:
Credibile est ipsam sic voluisse mori.
Struggle
© Sidney Lanier
My soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I'm new-born from some new grave.
Street Cries
© Sidney Lanier
Oft seems the Time a market-town
Where many merchant-spirits meet
Who up and down and up and down
Cry out along the street
Sonnett - XXVII
© James Russell Lowell
I thought our love at full, but I did err;
Joy's wreath drooped o'er mine eyes; I could not see
Strange Jokes
© Sidney Lanier
Well: Death is a huge omnivorous Toad
Grim squatting on a twilight road.
He catcheth all that Circumstance
Hath tossed to him.
He curseth all who upward glance
As lost to him.
1492
© Emma Lazarus
Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate,
Didst weep when Spain cast forth with flaming sword,
Spring Greeting
© Sidney Lanier
From the German of Herder.All faintly through my soul to-day,
As from a bell that far away
Is tinkled by some frolic fay,
Floateth a lovely chiming.
Hecate's Due
© Lesbia Harford
You who are dead,
Do you know
They've dug up half the irises
That used to grow
Special Pleading
© Sidney Lanier
Time, hurry my Love to me:
Haste, haste! Lov'st not good company?
Here's but a heart-break sandy waste
'Twixt Now and Then. Why, killing haste
Were best, dear Time, for thee, for thee!
Ad Domnulam Suam
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Little lady of my heart !
Just a little longer,
Love me: we will pass and part,
Ere this love grow stronger.
Souls And Rain-Drops
© Sidney Lanier
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
Pobrecilla Sonambula
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Con planta imponderable
Cruzas el mundo y cruzas mi conciencia,
Y es tu sufrido rostro como un éxtasis
Que se dilata en una transparencia.
Rose-Morals
© Sidney Lanier
Would that my songs might be
What roses make by day and night --
Distillments of my clod of misery
Into delight.
Resurrection
© Sidney Lanier
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river
Where in the early fall long grasses wave,
Light winds from over the moorland sink and shiver
And sigh as if just blown across a grave.
Shrift
© Muriel Stuart
But piteous amends I make each day
To recompense the evil with the good;
With double pang I play the double part
Of all you trust and all that I betray.
What long atonement makes my penitent blood,
To what sad tryst goes my unfaithful heart!
