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Sidney Lanier

O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness thee
And make thee harrow all my spirit's glebe.
Of old the blind bard Herve sang so sweet
He made a wolf to plow his land.

Next 10 Poems

• Sidney Lanier : Corn.
• Sidney Lanier : From The Flats.
• Sidney Lanier : Hymns Of The Marshes.
• Sidney Lanier : In Absence.
• Sidney Lanier : In The Foam.
• Sidney Lanier : Ireland.
• Sidney Lanier : Jones's Porvate Argyment
• Sidney Lanier : June Dreams, In January
• Sidney Lanier : Laughter In The Senate
• Sidney Lanier : Laus Mariae

Previous 10 Poems

• Sidney Lanier : Clover
• Sidney Lanier : Barnacles
• Sidney Lanier : Baby Charley.
• Sidney Lanier : At First. To Charlotte Cushman.
• Sidney Lanier : An Frau Nannette Falk-auerbach.
• Sidney Lanier : An Evening Song.
• Sidney Lanier : Acknowledgment.
• Sidney Lanier : A Sunrise Song.
• Sidney Lanier : A Song Of The Future.
• Sidney Lanier : A Song Of Eternity In Time