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 ...
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 ...
I saw her, Harry, first, in March —You know the street that leadeth downBy the old bridge's crumbling arch? —Just ...
Not in a climate near the sunDid the cloud with its trailing fringes float,Whence, white as the down of an ...
I should be dumb before thee, feathered sage!And gaze upon thy phiz with solemn awe,But for a most audacious wish ...
So, they are dead! Love! when they passedFrom thee to me, our fingers met;O withered darlings of the May!I feel ...
Why am I silent from year to year?Needs must I sing on these blue March days?What will you say, when ...
(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 ...
If I have graced no single song of mineWith thy sweet name, they all are full of thee;Thou art my ...
Poet! if on a lasting fame be bentThy unperturbing hopes, thou will not roamToo far from thine own happy heart ...
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