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 ...
While I reclineAt ease beneathThis immemorial pine,Small sphere!(By dusky fingers brought this morning hereAnd shown with boastful smiles),I turn thy ...
A fairy ringDrawn in the crimson of a battle-plain —From whose weird circle every loathsome thing And sight and sound of ...
IHath not the morning dawned with added light?And shall not evening call another starOut of the infinite regions of the ...
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 ...
Another year! a short one, if it flowLike that just past,And I shall stand — if years can make me ...
Not in a climate near the sunDid the cloud with its trailing fringes float,Whence, white as the down of an ...
Is she not lovely! Oh! when, long ago,My own dead mother gazed upon my face,As I stood blushing near in bridal ...
And if I ask thee for a kiss,I ask no more than this sweet breeze,With far less title to the ...
Draw close the lattice and the door!Shut out the very stars above!No other eyes than mine shall poreUpon this thrilling ...
If you have seen a richer glow,Pray, tell me where your roses blow!Look! coral-leaved! and — mark these spotsRed staining ...
She came with April blooms and showers;We count her little life by flowers.As buds the rose upon her cheek,We choose ...
True Christian, tender husband, gentle Sire,A stricken household mourns thee, but its lossIs Heaven's gain and thine; upon the crossGod ...
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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