Verse is a set of specially related sounds, repeated aloud. Sidney Lanier More Quotes by Sidney Lanier More Quotes From Sidney Lanier Virtues are acquired through endeavor, which rests wholly upon yourself. Sidney Lanier wisdom inspirational life If you want to be found stand where the seeker seeks. Sidney Lanier wisdom wise want Music is love in search of a word. Sidney Lanier music angel love-you 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 modern waste long If a man made himself an expert in any particular branch of human activity, there would result the strong tendency that a peculiar aptitude towards the same branch would be found among some of his descendants. Sidney Lanier branches strong men When I hear music, it seems to me that all the sins of my life pass slowly by me with veiled faces, lay their hands on my head, and say softly, "My child." Sidney Lanier music children hands As the woodpecker taps in a spiral quest Sidney Lanier bored roots death Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain; Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock, and together again Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And flee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain, Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall. Sidney Lanier pain running fall But Thee, but Thee, O sovereign Seer of time, Sidney Lanier best-love kings jesus Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free, Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea. Sidney Lanier simple sea sky Gradually I find that my whole soul is merging itself into this business of writing, and especially of writing poetry. I am going to try it; and am going to test, in the most rigid way I know, the awful question whether it is my vocation. Sidney Lanier soul writing trying Music is love searching for a word. Sidney Lanier searching-for-love music-is My priciple is, the artist shall put forth, humbly & lovingly, without bitterness, the very best & highest that is within him,utterly regardless of contemporary criticism. Sidney Lanier bitterness criticism artist I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies, Sidney Lanier greatness space sky Death lieth still in the way of life, Like as a stone in the way of a brook; I will sing against thee, Death, as the brook does, I will make thee into music which does not die. Sidney Lanier stones doe death 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 not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him, When into the woods He came. Sidney Lanier olives mind tree The sun is a-wait at the ponderous gate of the West. Sidney Lanier west waiting sun O Trade, O Trade! Would thou wert dead!The time needs heart - 'tis tired of head. Sidney Lanier tired heart needs 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 battle memories art Sweet Sometime, fly fast for me. Sidney Lanier time-flies sweet
