Sidney Lanier (1842-1881 / Macon / Georgia)
"Sydney Lanier,"was born February 3, 1842, in Macon, Georgia, to parents Robert Sampson Lanier and Mary Jane Anderson; he was mostly of English ancestry, with his distant French ancestors having immigrated to England in the 16th century. He began playing the flute at an early age, and his love of that musical instrument continued throughout his life. He attended Oglethorpe University near Milledgeville, Georgia, graduating first in his class shortly before the outbreak of the American Civil War.
He fought in the Civil War, primarily in the tidewater region of Virginia, where he served in the Confederate signal corps. Later, he and his brother Clifford served as pilots aboard ... more »
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Out of the woods my Master came,Sidney Lanier (1842-1881), U.S. poet. A Ballad of Trees and the Master (l. 11-16). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. ...
Content with death and shame.
When Death and Shame would woo Him last,
From under the trees they drew Him last:
'Twas on a tree they slew H...
''Into the woods my Master went,Sidney Lanier (1842-1881), U.S. poet. A Ballad of Trees and the Master (l. 1-5). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1...
Clean forspent, forspent.
Into the woods my Master came,
Forspent with love and shame,
But the olives they were not blind to Him;''
But oh, not the hills of Habersham,Sidney Lanier (1842-1881), U.S. poet. Song of the Chattahoochee (l. 41-50). . . Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed. (1952) ...
And oh, not the valleys of Hall
Avail: I am fain for to water the plain.
Downward, the voices of Duty call
Downward, to toil and b...
Beautiful glooms, soft dusks in the noon-day fire,Sidney Lanier (1842-1881), U.S. poet. The Marshes of Glynn (l. 11-16). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxfor...
Wildwood privacies, closets of lone desire,
Chamber from chamber parted with wavering arras of leaves,
Cells for the...