Henry Timrod
A Common Thought by Henry Timrod

A Common Thought by Henry Timrod

Somewhere on this earthly planetIn the dust of flowers to be,In the dewdrop, in the sunshine,Sleeps a solemn day for me.At this wakeful hour of midnightI behold it dawn in ...

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A Bouquet by Henry Timrod

A Bouquet by Henry Timrod

Take first a Cowslip, then an Asphodel,A bridal Rose, some snowy Orange flowers;A Lily next, and by its spotless bellPlace the bright Iris, darling of the showers;Set gold ...

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Madeline by Henry Timrod

Madeline by Henry Timrod

O lady! if, until this hour,I've gazed in those bewildering eyes,Yet never owned their touching power,But when thou couldst not hear my sighs;It has not been that love has ...

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Sonnet 07 by Henry Timrod

Sonnet 07 by Henry Timrod

Grief dies like joy; the tears upon my cheekWill disappear like dew. Dear God! I knowThy kindly Providence hath made it so,And thank thee for the law. I am too weakTo make a ...

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Retirement by Henry Timrod

Retirement by Henry Timrod

My gentle friend! I hold no creed so falseAs that which dares to teach that we are bornFor battle only, and that in this lifeThe soul, if it would burn with starlike power,Must ...

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A Cry To Arms by Henry Timrod

A Cry To Arms by Henry Timrod

Ho! woodsmen of the mountain side!Ho! dwellers in the vales!Ho! ye who by the chafing tideHave roughened in the gales!Leave barn and byre, leave kin and cot,Lay by the bloodless ...

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The Two Armies by Henry Timrod

The Two Armies by Henry Timrod

Two armies stand enrolled beneathThe banner with the starry wreath;One, facing battle, blight and blast,Through twice a hundred fields has passed;Its deeds against a ruffian ...

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The Unknown Dead by Henry Timrod

The Unknown Dead by Henry Timrod

The rain is plashing on my sill,But all the winds of Heaven are still;And so it falls with that dull soundWhich thrills us in the church-yard ground,When the first spadeful drops ...

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A Rhapsody Of A Southern Winter Night by Henry Timrod

A Rhapsody Of A Southern Winter Night by Henry Timrod

Oh! dost thou flatter falsely, Hope?The day hath scarcely passed that saw thy birth,Yet thy white wings are plumed to all their scope,And hour by hour thine eyes have gathered ...

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An Exotic by Henry Timrod

An Exotic by Henry Timrod

Not in a climate near the sunDid the cloud with its trailing fringes float,Whence, white as the down of an angel's plume,Fell the snow of her brow and throat.And the ground had ...

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Youth And Manhood by Henry Timrod

Youth And Manhood by Henry Timrod

Another year! a short one, if it flowLike that just past,And I shall stand -- if years can make me so --A man at last.Yet, while the hours permit me, I would pauseAnd ...

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The Problem by Henry Timrod

The Problem by Henry Timrod

Not to win thy favor, maiden, not to steal away thy heart,Have I ever sought thy presence, ever stooped to any art;Thou wast but a wildering problem, which I aimed to solve, and ...

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A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter by Henry Timrod

A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter by Henry Timrod

Is she not lovely! Oh! when, long ago,My own dead mother gazed upon my face,As I stood blushing near in bridal snow,I had not half her beauty and her grace.Yet that fond mother ...

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Second Love by Henry Timrod

Second Love by Henry Timrod

Could I reveal the secret joyThy presence always with it brings,The memories so strangely wakedOf long forgotten things,The love, the hope, the fear, the grief,Which with that ...

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Charleston by Henry Timrod

Charleston by Henry Timrod

Calm as that second summer which precedesThe first fall of the snow,In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds,The City bides the foe.As yet, behind their ramparts stern and proud,Her ...

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The Past by Henry Timrod

The Past by Henry Timrod

To-day's most trivial act may hold the seedOf future fruitfulness, or future dearth;Oh, cherish always every word and deed!The simplest record of thyself hath worth.If thou hast ...

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Sonnet 12 by Henry Timrod

Sonnet 12 by Henry Timrod

What gossamer lures thee now? What hope, what nameIs on thy lips? What dreams to fruit have grown?Thou who hast turned ONE Poet-heart to stone,Is thine yet burning with its ...

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A Common Thought by Henry Timrod

A Common Thought by Henry Timrod

Somewhere on this earthly planetIn the dust of flowers to be,In the dewdrop, in the sunshine,Sleeps a solemn day for me.At this wakeful hour of midnightI behold it dawn in ...

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Our Willie by Henry Timrod

Our Willie by Henry Timrod

'T was merry Christmas when he came,Our little boy beneath the sod;And brighter burned the Christmas flame,And merrier sped the Christmas game,Because within the house there layA ...

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Carolina by Henry Timrod

Carolina by Henry Timrod

IThe despot treads thy sacred sands,Thy pines give shelter to his bands,Thy sons stand by with idle hands, Carolina!He breathes at ease thy airs of balm,He ...

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Spring by Henry Timrod

Spring by Henry Timrod

Spring, with that nameless pathos in the airWhich dwells with all things fair,Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,Is with us once again.Out in the lonely woods the ...

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A Summer Shower by Henry Timrod

A Summer Shower by Henry Timrod

Welcome, rain or tempestFrom yon airy powers,We have languished for themMany sultry hours,And earth is sick and wan, and pines with all her flowers.What have they been doingIn the ...

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Sonnet 13 I Thank You by Henry Timrod

Sonnet 13 I Thank You by Henry Timrod

I thank you, kind and best belov|'ed friend,With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,When, for some gentle favor, he hath kissed her,Less for the gifts than for the love you ...

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A Mother’s Wail by Henry Timrod

A Mother’s Wail by Henry Timrod

My babe! my tiny babe! my only babe!My single rose-bud in a crown of thorns!My lamp that in that narrow hut of life,Whence I looked forth upon a night of storm!Burned with the ...

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A Bouquet by Henry Timrod

A Bouquet by Henry Timrod

Take first a Cowslip, then an Asphodel,A bridal Rose, some snowy Orange flowers;A Lily next, and by its spotless bellPlace the bright Iris, darling of the showers;Set gold ...

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Two Portraits by Henry Timrod

Two Portraits by Henry Timrod

You say, as one who shapes a life,That you will never be a wife,And, laughing lightly, ask my aidTo paint your future as a maid.This is the portrait; and I takeThe softest colors ...

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Christmas by Henry Timrod

Christmas by Henry Timrod

How grace this hallowed day?Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire,Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire Round which the children play? Alas! for many a ...

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Hymn – Consecration Of Magnolia Cemetery by Henry Timrod

Hymn – Consecration Of Magnolia Cemetery by Henry Timrod

Whose was the hand that painted thee, O Death!In the false aspect of a ruthless foe,Despair and sorrow waiting on thy breath --O gentle Power! who could have wronged thee so?Thou ...

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To Whom? by Henry Timrod

To Whom? by Henry Timrod

Awake upon a couch of pain,I see a star betwixt the trees;Across yon darkening field of cane,Comes slow and soft the evening breeze.My curtain's folds are faintly stirred;And ...

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Too Long, O Spirit Of Storm by Henry Timrod

Too Long, O Spirit Of Storm by Henry Timrod

Too long, O Spirit of Storm,Thy lightning sleeps in its sheath!I am sick to the soul of yon pallid sky,And the moveless sea beneath.Come down in thy strength on the deep!Worse ...

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A Trifle by Henry Timrod

A Trifle by Henry Timrod

I know not why, but ev'n to meMy songs seem sweet when read to thee.Perhaps in this the pleasure lies -I read my thoughts within thine eyes.And so dare fancy that my artMay sink ...

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A Dedication – To K.S.G. by Henry Timrod

A Dedication – To K.S.G. by Henry Timrod

Fair Saxon, in my lover's creed,My love were smaller than your meed,And you might justly deem it slight,As wanting truth as well as sight,If, in that image which is shrinedWhere ...

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Dreams by Henry Timrod

Dreams by Henry Timrod

Who first said "false as dreams?" Not one who saw Into the wild and wondrous world they sway; No thinker who hath read their mystic law; No Poet who hath weaved them in his ...

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The Cotton Boll by Henry Timrod

The Cotton Boll by Henry Timrod

While I reclineAt ease beneathThis immemorial pine,Small sphere!(By dusky fingers brought this morning hereAnd shown with boastful smiles),I turn thy cloven sheath,Through which ...

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A Year’s Courtship by Henry Timrod

A Year’s Courtship by Henry Timrod

I saw her, Harry, first, in March --You know the street that leadeth downBy the old bridge's crumbling arch? --Just where it leaves the dusty townA lonely house stands grim and ...

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Flower-Life by Henry Timrod

Flower-Life by Henry Timrod

I think that, next to your sweet eyes,And pleasant books, and starry skies, I love the world of flowers; Less for their beauty of a day,Than for the tender things they say,And ...

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The Arctic Voyager by Henry Timrod

The Arctic Voyager by Henry Timrod

Shall I desist, twice baffled? Once by land,And once by sea, I fought and strove with storms,All shades of danger, tides, and weary calms;Head-currents, cold and famine, savage ...

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Hark To The Shouting Wind by Henry Timrod

Hark To The Shouting Wind by Henry Timrod

Hark to the shouting Wind!Hark to the flying Rain!And I care not though I never seeA bright blue sky again.There are thoughts in my breast to-dayThat are not for human speech;But ...

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Sonnet 15 by Henry Timrod

Sonnet 15 by Henry Timrod

True Christian, tender husband, gentle Sire,A stricken household mourns thee, but its lossIs Heaven's gain and thine; upon the crossGod hangs the crown, the pinion, and the ...

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The Messenger Rose by Henry Timrod

The Messenger Rose by Henry Timrod

If you have seen a richer glow,Pray, tell me where your roses blow!Look! coral-leaved! and -- mark these spotsRed staining red in crimson clots,Like a sweet lip bitten throughIn a ...

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The Summer Bower by Henry Timrod

The Summer Bower by Henry Timrod

It is a place whither I've often goneFor peace, and found it, secret, hushed, and cool,A beautiful recess in neighboring woods.Trees of the soberest hues, thick-leaved and ...

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Storm And Calm by Henry Timrod

Storm And Calm by Henry Timrod

Sweet are these kisses of the South,As dropped from woman's rosiest mouth,And tenderer are those azure skiesThan this world's tenderest pair of eyes!But ah! beneath such ...

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Address Delivered At The Opening Of The New Theatre At Richmond by Henry Timrod

Address Delivered At The Opening Of The New Theatre At Richmond by Henry Timrod

A Prize PoemA fairy ringDrawn in the crimson of a battle-plain --From whose weird circle every loathsome thingAnd sight and sound of painAre banished, while about it in the ...

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1866 — Addressed To The Old Year by Henry Timrod

1866 — Addressed To The Old Year by Henry Timrod

Art thou not glad to closeThy wearied eyes, O saddest child of Time,Eyes which have looked on every mortal crime,And swept the piteous round of mortal woes?In dark Plutonian ...

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A Vision Of Poesy – Part 02 by Henry Timrod

A Vision Of Poesy – Part 02 by Henry Timrod

IIt is not winter yet, but that sweet timeIn autumn when the first cool days are past;A week ago, the leaves were hoar with rime,And some have dropped before the North wind's ...

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To Thee by Henry Timrod

To Thee by Henry Timrod

Draw close the lattice and the door!Shut out the very stars above!No other eyes than mine shall poreUpon this thrilling tale of love.As, since the book was open last,Along its ...

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Sonnet 14 by Henry Timrod

Sonnet 14 by Henry Timrod

Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes,Indeed the product of my heart and brain?How strange that on my ear the rhythmic strainFalls like faint memories of far-off ...

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On Pressing Some Flowers by Henry Timrod

On Pressing Some Flowers by Henry Timrod

So, they are dead! Love! when they passedFrom thee to me, our fingers met;O withered darlings of the May!I feel those fairy fingers yet.And for the bliss ye brought me then,Your ...

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Graves Of The Confederate Dead by Henry Timrod

Graves Of The Confederate Dead by Henry Timrod

Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause;Though yet no marble column cravesThe pilgrim here to pause. IIIn seeds of laurel in the earthThe blossom of ...

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A Prize Poem by Henry Timrod

A Prize Poem by Henry Timrod

A fairy ringDrawn in the crimson of a battle-plain --From whose weird circle every loathsome thing And sight and sound of painAre banished, while about it in the air,And from the ...

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