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Sidney Lanier
Sidney Lanier (February 3, 1842 September 7, 1881) was an American musician and poet. Sidney Clopton Lanier was born February 3, 1842, in Macon, Georgia, to parents Robert Sampson Lanier and Mary Jane Anderson; he was mostly of English and American ancestry, with his distant French ancestors having immigrated to England in the 16th century.[1] 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 English blockade runners. On one of these voyages, his ship was boarded. Refusing to take the advice of the British officers on board to don one of their uniforms and pretend to be one of them, he was captured. He was incarcerated in a military prison in Maryland, where he contracted tuberculosis (generally known as "consumption" at the time). He suffered greatly from this affliction for the rest of his life.

gently on the stream of time
 
 
Gently on the stream of time,
We are floating day by day,
In life's native boats subli... [read poem]
life's fate
 
 
The world is filled with trouble;
This world is filled with woe;
We poor mortals can n... [read poem]
the author's early life
 
 
I will write a sketch of my early life,
It will be of childhood day,
And all who chanc... [read poem]
souls and rain-drops
 
 
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not kno... [read poem]
from the flats
 
 
What heartache -- ne'er a hill!
Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill
The drear sand-levels d... [read poem]
frank dutton
 
 
AIR -- "Dublin Boy"

Frank Dutton was as fine a lad
As ever you wish to s... [read poem]
to my friends and critics
 
 
Come all you friends and critics,
And listen to my song,
A word I will say to you,... [read poem]
little libbie
 
 
One more little spirit to Heaven has flown,
To dwell in that mansion above,
Where dear... [read poem]
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