A Prize Poem (Henry Timrod Poems)
A fairy ringDrawn in the crimson of a battle-plain —From whose weird circle every loathsome thing And sight and sound of ...
A fairy ringDrawn in the crimson of a battle-plain —From whose weird circle every loathsome thing And sight and sound of ...
But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant;I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers.Yet holding her ...
'There is, perhaps, no subject of more universal interest in the whole range of natural knowledge, than that of the ...
Feb. 22, 1732BRIGHT natal morn! what face appearsBeyond the rolling mist of years?A face whose loftiest traits, combineAll virtues of ...
Ah ! lost one ! hide that tempting smile, And turn away that thrilling eye ;They only languish, to beguile, They only ...
IOak, whose mossed antiquity stands leafily ashiver,Oldest oracles, each dawn, in earth's ear to deliver,Prom your whispering world of leaves, ...
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale,With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the ...
IAt length arrived, your book I takeTo read in for the author's sake;Too gray for new sensations grown,Can charm to ...
Rouse up thy self, my gentle Muse,Though now our green conceits be gray,And yet once more do not refuseTo take ...
Spring, summer, autumn! priestesses that holdAlternate watch at nature's altar! DeepAnd full of mystery the course ye keepIn hidden sympathy. ...
(POVERTY, CHASTITY, OBEDIENCE)Three little leaves like shamrock,And the trefoil's love-lit eyes,Whether it takes the sunshineOr the shadows from the skies.And ...
I have a mistress, for perfections rareIn every eye, but in my thoughts most fair.Like tapers on the altar shine ...
O dainty Pansy! hooded all in blue,With chastely folding cloak of green,A maid whom Eros never knew,Nor Love has Seen!I ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
How beautiful doth the morning rise O'er the hills, as from her bower a bride ...
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state, Is virtue and not fate:Next to that virtue, is to ...
Opening Passage No man e'er loved like me ! When but a boy Love was my solace and my only ...
I commend myself and my love to you,Aurelius. I ask for modest indulgence,so, if you've ever had a desire in ...
Nameless terror dogged his heel,Little fears loomed large and black,Till his head began to reelAnd his manhood crack.There was no ...
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, ...
EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless ...
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