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 Power (15 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 ...
Ethnogenesis (Henry Timrod Poems)
IHath not the morning dawned with added light?And shall not evening call another starOut of the infinite regions of the ...
Madeline (Henry Timrod Poems)
O lady! if, until this hour,I've gazed in those bewildering eyes,Yet never owned their touching power,But when thou couldst not ...
The Problem (Henry Timrod Poems)
Not to win thy favor, maiden, not to steal away thy heart,Have I ever sought thy presence, ever stooped to ...
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, ...
Lines To R. L. (Henry Timrod Poems)
That which we are and shall be is made upOf what we have been. On the autumn leafThe crimson stains ...
To Whom? (Henry Timrod Poems)
Awake upon a couch of pain,I see a star betwixt the trees;Across yon darkening field of cane,Comes slow and soft ...
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 ...
Hymn – Consecration (Henry Timrod Poems)
Whose was the hand that painted thee, O Death!In the false aspect of a ruthless foe,Despair and sorrow waiting on ...
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 ...
Sonnet VI “I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the Lot” (Henry Timrod Poems)
I scarcely grieve, O Nature! at the lotThat pent my life within a city's bounds,And shut me from thy sweetest ...
Sonnet I “Poet! If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent” (Henry Timrod Poems)
Poet! if on a lasting fame be bentThy unperturbing hopes, thou will not roamToo far from thine own happy heart ...