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 ...
A fairy ringDrawn in the crimson of a battle-plain —From whose weird circle every loathsome thing And sight and sound of ...
'Twas merry Christmas when he came,Our little boy beneath the sod;And brighter burned the Christmas flame,And merrier sped the Christmas ...
Not to win thy favor, maiden, not to steal away thy heart,Have I ever sought thy presence, ever stooped to ...
How grace this hallowed day?Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire,Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire Round which the ...
It is a place whither I've often goneFor peace, and found it, secret, hushed, and cool,A beautiful recess in neighboring ...
I think that, next to your sweet eyes,And pleasant books, and starry skies, I love the world of flowers;Less for their ...
My gentle friend! I hold no creed so falseAs that which dares to teach that we are bornFor battle only, ...
Is it because your sable hairIs folded over brows that wearAt times a too imperial air;Or is it that the ...
Sweet are these kisses of the South,As dropped from woman's rosiest mouth,And tenderer are those azure skiesThan this world's tenderest ...
I've been haunted all night, I've been haunted all day,By the ghost of a song, by the shade of a ...
To-day's most trivial act may hold the seedOf future fruitfulness, or future dearth;Oh, cherish always every word and deed!The simplest ...
Yes, in that dainty ivory shrine,With those three pallid buds, I twineAnd fold away a dream divine!One night they lay ...
Awake upon a couch of pain,I see a star betwixt the trees;Across yon darkening field of cane,Comes slow and soft ...
Draw close the lattice and the door!Shut out the very stars above!No other eyes than mine shall poreUpon this thrilling ...
The stream is flowing from the west;As if it poured from yonder skies,It wears upon its rippling breastThe sunset's golden ...
Why am I silent from year to year?Needs must I sing on these blue March days?What will you say, when ...
If I have graced no single song of mineWith thy sweet name, they all are full of thee;Thou art my ...
Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes,Indeed the product of my heart and brain?How strange that on my ...
They dub thee idler, smiling sneeringly,And why? because, forsooth, so many moons,Here dwelling voiceless by the voiceful sea,Thou hast not ...
I know not why, but all this weary day,Suggested by no definite grief or pain,Sad fancies have been flitting through ...
I stooped from star-bright regions, whereThou canst not enter even in prayer;And thought to light thy heart and hearthWith all ...
IFaint falls the gentle voice of prayerIn the wild sounds that fill the air,Yet, Lord, we know that voice is ...
Faint falls the gentle voice of prayer,In the wild sounds that fill the air,Yet, Lord, we know that voice is ...
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