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 War & Peace (16 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 ...
The Cotton Boll (Henry Timrod Poems)
While I reclineAt ease beneathThis immemorial pine,Small sphere!(By dusky fingers brought this morning hereAnd shown with boastful smiles),I turn thy ...
A Prize Poem (Henry Timrod Poems)
A fairy ringDrawn in the crimson of a battle-plain —From whose weird circle every loathsome thing And sight and sound of ...
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 ...
Carolina (Henry Timrod Poems)
IThe despot treads thy sacred sands,Thy pines give shelter to his bands,Thy sons stand by with idle hands, Carolina!He breathes at ...
Christmas (Henry Timrod Poems)
How grace this hallowed day?Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire,Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire Round which the ...
The Summer Bower (Henry Timrod Poems)
It is a place whither I've often goneFor peace, and found it, secret, hushed, and cool,A beautiful recess in neighboring ...
Spring (Henry Timrod Poems)
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the airWhich dwells with all things fair,Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,Is ...
The Unknown Dead (Henry Timrod Poems)
The rain is plashing on my sill,But all the winds of Heaven are still;And so it falls with that dull ...
Retirement (Henry Timrod Poems)
My gentle friend! I hold no creed so falseAs that which dares to teach that we are bornFor battle only, ...
The Two Armies (Henry Timrod Poems)
Two armies stand enrolled beneathThe banner with the starry wreath;One, facing battle, blight and blast,Through twice a hundred fields has ...
Ripley (Henry Timrod Poems)
Rich in red honors, that upon him lieAs lightly as the Summer dewsFall where he won his fame beneath the ...
Hymn Sung At A Sacred Concert At Columbia, S.C. (Henry Timrod Poems)
IFaint falls the gentle voice of prayerIn the wild sounds that fill the air,Yet, Lord, we know that voice is ...
Faint Fall the Gentle Voice of Prayer (Henry Timrod Poems)
Faint falls the gentle voice of prayer,In the wild sounds that fill the air,Yet, Lord, we know that voice is ...