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 ...
Henry Timrod Poems on Happiness (17 Poems)
Two Portraits (Henry Timrod Poems)
You say, as one who shapes a life,That you will never be a wife,And, laughing lightly, ask my aidTo paint ...
Katie (Henry Timrod Poems)
It may be through some foreign grace,And unfamiliar charm of face;It may be that across the foamWhich bore her from ...
Praeceptor Amat (Henry Timrod Poems)
It is time (it was time long ago) I should severThis chain — why I wear it I know not ...
Our Willie (Henry Timrod Poems)
'Twas merry Christmas when he came,Our little boy beneath the sod;And brighter burned the Christmas flame,And merrier sped the Christmas ...
Christmas (Henry Timrod Poems)
How grace this hallowed day?Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire,Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire Round which the ...
A Year’s Courtship (Henry Timrod Poems)
I saw her, Harry, first, in March —You know the street that leadeth downBy the old bridge's crumbling arch? —Just ...
Youth And Manhood (Henry Timrod Poems)
Another year! a short one, if it flowLike that just past,And I shall stand — if years can make me ...
Retirement (Henry Timrod Poems)
My gentle friend! I hold no creed so falseAs that which dares to teach that we are bornFor battle only, ...
Love’s Logic (Henry Timrod Poems)
And if I ask thee for a kiss,I ask no more than this sweet breeze,With far less title to the ...
A Summer Shower (Henry Timrod Poems)
Welcome, rain or tempestFrom yon airy powers,We have languished for themMany sultry hours,And earth is sick and wan, and pines ...
The Past (Henry Timrod Poems)
To-day's most trivial act may hold the seedOf future fruitfulness, or future dearth;Oh, cherish always every word and deed!The simplest ...
To Fairy (Henry Timrod Poems)
Do you recall — I know you do —A little gift once made to you —A simple basket filled with ...
The Rosebuds (Henry Timrod Poems)
Yes, in that dainty ivory shrine,With those three pallid buds, I twineAnd fold away a dream divine!One night they lay ...
On Pressing Some Flowers (Henry Timrod Poems)
So, they are dead! Love! when they passedFrom thee to me, our fingers met;O withered darlings of the May!I feel ...
Sonnet X “Were I the Poet-Laureate of the Fairies” (Henry Timrod Poems)
(Written on a very small sheet of note-paper)Were I the poet-laureate of the fairies,Who in a rose-leaf finds too broad ...
Serenade (Henry Timrod Poems)
Hide, happy damask, from the stars,What sleep enfolds behind your veil,But open to the fairy carsOn which the dreams of ...