A Vision of Poesy – Part 01 (Henry Timrod Poems)
IIn a far country, and a distant age,Ere sprites and fays had bade farewell to earth,A boy was born of ...
IIn a far country, and a distant age,Ere sprites and fays had bade farewell to earth,A boy was born of ...
While I reclineAt ease beneathThis immemorial pine,Small sphere!(By dusky fingers brought this morning hereAnd shown with boastful smiles),I turn thy ...
IHath not the morning dawned with added light?And shall not evening call another starOut of the infinite regions of the ...
'Twas merry Christmas when he came,Our little boy beneath the sod;And brighter burned the Christmas flame,And merrier sped the Christmas ...
O lady! if, until this hour,I've gazed in those bewildering eyes,Yet never owned their touching power,But when thou couldst not ...
IThe despot treads thy sacred sands,Thy pines give shelter to his bands,Thy sons stand by with idle hands, Carolina!He breathes at ...
How grace this hallowed day?Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire,Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire Round which the ...
I saw her, Harry, first, in March —You know the street that leadeth downBy the old bridge's crumbling arch? —Just ...
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the airWhich dwells with all things fair,Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,Is ...
Another year! a short one, if it flowLike that just past,And I shall stand — if years can make me ...
Ho! woodsmen of the mountain side!Ho! dwellers in the vales!Ho! ye who by the chafing tideHave roughened in the gales!Leave ...
Lily! lady of the garden!Let me press my lip to thine!Love must tell its story, Lily!Listen thou to mine.Two I ...
Two armies stand enrolled beneathThe banner with the starry wreath;One, facing battle, blight and blast,Through twice a hundred fields has ...
Welcome, rain or tempestFrom yon airy powers,We have languished for themMany sultry hours,And earth is sick and wan, and pines ...
We scarce, O God! could lisp thy name,When those who loved us passed away,And left us but thy love to ...
MOST men know love but as a part of life;They hide it in some corner of the breast,Even from themselves; ...
Grief dies like joy; the tears upon my cheekWill disappear like dew. Dear God! I knowThy kindly Providence hath made it ...
Most men know love but as a part of life;They hide it in some corner of the breast,Even from themselves; ...
Life ever seems as from its present siteIt aimed to lure us. Mountains of the pastIt melts, with all their crags ...
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