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 ...
It is time (it was time long ago) I should severThis chain — why I wear it I know not ...
IHath not the morning dawned with added light?And shall not evening call another starOut of the infinite regions of the ...
'Twas merry Christmas when he came,Our little boy beneath the sod;And brighter burned the Christmas flame,And merrier sped the Christmas ...
O lady! if, until this hour,I've gazed in those bewildering eyes,Yet never owned their touching power,But when thou couldst not ...
IThe despot treads thy sacred sands,Thy pines give shelter to his bands,Thy sons stand by with idle hands, Carolina!He breathes at ...
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 saw her, Harry, first, in March —You know the street that leadeth downBy the old bridge's crumbling arch? —Just ...
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the airWhich dwells with all things fair,Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,Is ...
Shall I desist, twice baffled? Once by land,And once by sea, I fought and strove with storms,All shades of danger, ...
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 ...
I think that, next to your sweet eyes,And pleasant books, and starry skies, I love the world of flowers;Less for their ...
Let the boy have his will! I tell thee, brother,We treat these little ones too much like flowers,Training them, in ...
The rain is plashing on my sill,But all the winds of Heaven are still;And so it falls with that dull ...
Is she not lovely! Oh! when, long ago,My own dead mother gazed upon my face,As I stood blushing near in bridal ...
My gentle friend! I hold no creed so falseAs that which dares to teach that we are bornFor battle only, ...
Ho! woodsmen of the mountain side!Ho! dwellers in the vales!Ho! ye who by the chafing tideHave roughened in the gales!Leave ...
Lily! lady of the garden!Let me press my lip to thine!Love must tell its story, Lily!Listen thou to mine.Two I ...
Two armies stand enrolled beneathThe banner with the starry wreath;One, facing battle, blight and blast,Through twice a hundred fields has ...
That which we are and shall be is made upOf what we have been. On the autumn leafThe crimson stains ...
I should be dumb before thee, feathered sage!And gaze upon thy phiz with solemn awe,But for a most audacious wish ...
Is it because your sable hairIs folded over brows that wearAt times a too imperial air;Or is it that the ...
Rich in red honors, that upon him lieAs lightly as the Summer dewsFall where he won his fame beneath the ...
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