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Out of the woods my Master came,
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 Him...
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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. ...
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''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;''
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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...
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But oh, not the hills of Habersham,
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 be mixed ...
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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) ...
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Beautiful glooms, soft dusks in the noon-day fire,
Wildwood privacies, closets of lone desire,
Chamber from chamber parted with wavering arras of leaves,
Cells for the passi...
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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...
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And my spirit is grown to a lordly great compass within,
That the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of
Glynn
Will work me no fear like the fear they have wrought me of...
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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...
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Laus Mariae
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Across the brook of Time man leaping goes On stepping-stones of epochs, that uprise Fixed, memorable, midst broad shallow flows Of neutrals, kill-times, sleeps, indifferencies. So twixt each morn and night rise salient heaps: Some cross with but a zigzag, jaded pace From meal to meal: some with convulsive leaps Shake the green tussocks of malign disgrace: And some advance by system and deep art
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