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 ...
You say, as one who shapes a life,That you will never be a wife,And, laughing lightly, ask my aidTo paint ...
It may be through some foreign grace,And unfamiliar charm of face;It may be that across the foamWhich bore her from ...
O lady! if, until this hour,I've gazed in those bewildering eyes,Yet never owned their touching power,But when thou couldst not ...
Not to win thy favor, maiden, not to steal away thy heart,Have I ever sought thy presence, ever stooped to ...
I saw her, Harry, first, in March —You know the street that leadeth downBy the old bridge's crumbling arch? —Just ...
Shall I desist, twice baffled? Once by land,And once by sea, I fought and strove with storms,All shades of danger, ...
Not in a climate near the sunDid the cloud with its trailing fringes float,Whence, white as the down of an ...
Ho! woodsmen of the mountain side!Ho! dwellers in the vales!Ho! ye who by the chafing tideHave roughened in the gales!Leave ...
Two armies stand enrolled beneathThe banner with the starry wreath;One, facing battle, blight and blast,Through twice a hundred fields has ...
Rich in red honors, that upon him lieAs lightly as the Summer dewsFall where he won his fame beneath the ...
The stream is flowing from the west;As if it poured from yonder skies,It wears upon its rippling breastThe sunset's golden ...
Could I reveal the secret joyThy presence always with it brings,The memories so strangely wakedOf long forgotten things,The love, the ...
(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 ...
What gossamer lures thee now? What hope, what nameIs on thy lips? What dreams to fruit have grown?Thou who hast turned ONE ...
I thank you, kind and best belov'ed friend,With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,When, for some gentle favor, ...
I stooped from star-bright regions, whereThou canst not enter even in prayer;And thought to light thy heart and hearthWith all ...
A hundred years and more agoA little child was born —To-day, with pomp of martial show,We hail his natal morn.Who ...
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