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 ...
Henry Timrod Poems (75 Poems)
Sonnet VII “Grief Dies Like Joy; the Tears Upon My Cheek” (Henry Timrod Poems)
Grief dies like joy; the tears upon my cheekWill disappear like dew. Dear God! I knowThy kindly Providence hath made it ...
Sonnet II “Most Men Know Love But as a Part of Life” (Henry Timrod Poems)
Most men know love but as a part of life;They hide it in some corner of the breast,Even from themselves; ...
Sonnet III “Life Ever Seems as from Its Present Site” (Henry Timrod Poems)
Life ever seems as from its present siteIt aimed to lure us. Mountains of the pastIt melts, with all their crags ...
Sonnet VIII “At Last, Beloved Nature! I Have Met” (Henry Timrod Poems)
At last, beloved Nature! I have metThee face to face upon thy breezy hills,And boldly, where thy inmost bowers are ...
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 ...
Sonnet IX “I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day” (Henry Timrod Poems)
I know not why, but all this weary day,Suggested by no definite grief or pain,Sad fancies have been flitting through ...
Lines: “I Stooped from Star-Bright Regions” (Henry Timrod Poems)
I stooped from star-bright regions, whereThou canst not enter even in prayer;And thought to light thy heart and hearthWith all ...
Serenade (Henry Timrod Poems)
Hide, happy damask, from the stars,What sleep enfolds behind your veil,But open to the fairy carsOn which the dreams of ...
Hark To The Shouting Wind (Henry Timrod Poems)
Hark to the shouting Wind!Hark to the flying Rain!And I care not though I never seeA bright blue sky again.There ...
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 ...
Song Composed For Washington’s (Henry Timrod Poems)
A hundred years and more agoA little child was born —To-day, with pomp of martial show,We hail his natal morn.Who ...
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 ...
A Bouquet (Henry Timrod Poems)
Take first a Cowslip, then an Asphodel,A bridal Rose, some snowy Orange flowers;A Lily next, and by its spotless bellPlace ...
To Rosa —-: Acrostic (Henry Timrod Poems)
I took a Rosebud from a certain bower,And by its side placed an Orange flower,Then with the Speedwell, blended the ...