Sidney Lanier
Sidney Lanier
Sidney Clopton Lanierwas an American musician, poet and author. He served in the Confederate army, worked on a blockade running ship for which he was imprisoned, taught, worked at a hotel where he gave musical performances, was a church organist, and worked as a lawyer. As a poet he used dialects. He became a flautist and sold poems to publications. He eventually became a university professor and is known for his adaptation of musical meter to poetry. Many schools, other...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 February 1842
CityMacon, GA
CountryUnited States of America
We didn't really do anything special. We just tried to show them something different from last year, ... We mixed a few things up, but it was base football. We moved a little bit across the line.
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.
Many students felt violated by what happened. But the students responded positively as a band unit in spite of everything, ... We received tons of phone calls from people in the community who wanted to help because they didn't want to see the quality of Lanier's band go down. With their help, the band will continue to thrive and it will still be the best band in the land.
We worked hard on that, ... We had two weeks to prepare for this.
I have frequently noticed in myself a tendency to a diffuse style; a disposition to push my metaphors too far, employing a multitude of words to heighten the patness of the image, and so making of it a conceit rather than a metaphor, a fault copiously illustrated in the poetry of Cowley, Waller, Donne, and others of that ilk.
Let my name perish, -- the poetry is good poetry and the music is good music, and beauty dieth not, and the heart that needs it will find it.
Music is love searching for a word.
Chime out, thou little song of Spring, Float in the blue skies ravishing. Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring That's sweet, albeit fleeting. Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home: And when thou to a rose shalt come That hath begun to show her bloom, Say, I send her greeting!
Sweet Sometime, fly fast for me.
Music means harmony, harmony means love. Love means God.
O Trade, O Trade! Would thou wert dead!The time needs heart - 'tis tired of head.
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."
The sun is a-wait at the ponderous gate of the West.
Well: Love and Pain Be kinfolks twain; Yet would, Oh would I could Love again.