Spring (Henry Timrod Poems)
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the airWhich dwells with all things fair,Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,Is ...
Henry Timrod Poems on Emotions (4 Poems)
The Unknown Dead (Henry Timrod Poems)
The rain is plashing on my sill,But all the winds of Heaven are still;And so it falls with that dull ...
Lines To R. L. (Henry Timrod Poems)
That which we are and shall be is made upOf what we have been. On the autumn leafThe crimson stains ...
Vox Et Praeterea Nihil (Henry Timrod Poems)
I've been haunted all night, I've been haunted all day,By the ghost of a song, by the shade of a ...