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Dedication (to Fairy) Dedication (to Fairy)

Dedication (to Fairy)
Do you recall--I know you do-- A little gift once made to you-- A simple basket filled with flowers, All favorites of our Southern bowers? One was a snowy myrtle-bud, Another blushed as if with blood, A third was pink of softest tinge, Then came a disk with purple fringe. You took them with a happy smile, And nursed them for a little while,... Poems - Post by : runtonk - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 638

To Rosa----: Acrostic To Rosa----: Acrostic

To Rosa----: Acrostic
I took a Rosebud from a certain bower, And by its side placed an Orange flower, Then with the Speedwell, blended the perfume And the sweet beauty of an Apple-bloom, And thus, 't is one of the loveliest feats, Is spelled a gentle lady's name in sweets.(The end)Henry Timrod's poem: To Rosa----: Acrostic... Poems - Post by : mjoyner2004 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 2537

If I Have Graced No Single Song Of Mine If I Have Graced No Single Song Of Mine

If I Have Graced No Single Song Of Mine
If I have graced no single song of mine With thy sweet name, they all are full of thee; Thou art my Muse, my "May", my "Madeline": But "Julia"!--ah! that gentle name to me Is something far too sacred for the throng Of worldly listeners 'round me. Yet ev'n now I weave a chaplet for thy sinless brow;-- Wilt thou not wear it? 'T is a fashionable song,--... Poems - Post by : digihelen - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 1998

Lines: 'i Saw, Or Dreamed I Saw, Her Sitting Lone' Lines: "i Saw, Or Dreamed I Saw, Her Sitting Lone"

Lines: 'i Saw, Or Dreamed I Saw, Her Sitting Lone'
I saw, or dreamed I saw, her sitting lone, Her neck bent like a swan's, her brown eyes thrown On some sweet poem--his, I think, who sings Oenone, or the hapless Maud: no rings Flashed from the dainty fingers, which held back Her beautiful blonde hair. Ah! would these black Locks of mine own were mingling with it now, And these warm lips were pressed against her brow!... Poems - Post by : rsgorman - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 2354

A Trifle A Trifle

A Trifle
I know not why, but ev'n to me My 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 art May sink as deeply as thy heart. Perhaps I love to make my words Sing round thee like so many birds, Or, maybe, they are only sweet As they... Poems - Post by : ByronCourt - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 2798

Lines: 'i Stooped From Star-bright Regions' Lines: "i Stooped From Star-bright Regions"

Lines: 'i Stooped From Star-bright Regions'
I stooped from star-bright regions Thou canst not enter even in prayer; And thought to light thy heart and hearth With all the poesy of earth. Oh, foolish hope! those mystic gleams To thee were unsubstantial dreams; The paltry world had made thee blind, And shut thy heart and dulled thy mind. I was a vassal at thy feet, And cringed more meanly than... Poems - Post by : glennl284 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 2717

A Bouquet A Bouquet

A Bouquet
Take first a Cowslip, then an Asphodel, A bridal Rose, some snowy Orange flowers; A Lily next, and by its spotless bell Place the bright Iris, darling of the showers; Set gold Nasturtiums, Elder blooms between, And Heart's-ease to the Orchis marry sweetly; Then with red Pinks, and slips of Evergreen, You will possess--all folded up discreetly-- In one bouquet, that none but you may... Poems - Post by : TonyH - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 877

Song Composed For Washington's Birthday Song Composed For Washington's Birthday

Song Composed For Washington's Birthday
Song Composed for Washington's Birthday,and Respectfully Inscribed to the Officersand Members of the Washington Light Infantry of Charleston, February 22, 1859 A hundred years and more ago A little child was born-- To-day, with pomp of martial show, We hail his natal morn. Who guessed as that poor infant wept Upon a woman's knee, A nation from the centuries stept As weak and frail... Poems - Post by : earnonline - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 1719

In Memoriam--harris Simons In Memoriam--harris Simons

In Memoriam--harris Simons
True Christian, tender husband, gentle Sire, A stricken household mourns thee, but its loss Is Heaven's gain and thine; upon the cross God hangs the crown, the pinion, and the lyre: And thou hast won them all. Could we desire To quench that diadem's celestial light, To hush thy song and stay thy heavenward flight, Because we miss thee by this autumn fire? Ah, no! ah, no!--chant on!--soar... Poems - Post by : tom_mi - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 720

Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered In My Rhymes Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered In My Rhymes

Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered In My Rhymes
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 strain Falls like faint memories of far-off times! When did I feel the sorrow, act the part, Which I have striv'n to shadow forth in song? In what dead century swept that mingled throng Of mighty pains and pleasures through my heart? Not in... Poems - Post by : jimmorris - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 1441

I Thank You, Kind And Best Beloved Friend I Thank You, Kind And Best Beloved Friend

I Thank You, Kind And Best Beloved Friend
I thank you, kind and best beloved 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 send, Less for the flowers than what the flowers convey, If I, indeed, divine their meaning truly, And not unto myself ascribe, unduly, Things which you neither meant nor wished to say, Oh! tell... Poems - Post by : sayu88 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 809

What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name

What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name
What gossamer lures thee now? What hope, what name Is on thy lips? What dreams to fruit have grown? Thou who hast turned ONE Poet-heart to stone, Is thine yet burning with its seraph flame? Let me give back a warning of thine own, That, falling from thee many moons ago, Sank on my soul like the prophetic moan Of some young Sibyl shadowing her own woe.... Poems - Post by : lifecoach - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 1002

Which Are The Clouds, And Which The Mountains? See Which Are The Clouds, And Which The Mountains? See

Which Are The Clouds, And Which The Mountains? See
Which are the clouds, and which the mountains? See, They mix and melt together! Yon blue hill Looks fleeting as the vapors which distill Their dews upon its summit, while the free And far-off clouds, now solid, dark, and still, An aspect wear of calm eternity. Each seems the other, as our fancies will-- The cloud a mount, the mount a cloud, and we Gaze doubtfully.... Poems - Post by : cawdor - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 1704

Were I The Poet-laureate Of The Fairies Were I The Poet-laureate Of The Fairies

Were I The Poet-laureate Of The Fairies
(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 a page; Or could I, like your beautiful canaries, Sing with free heart and happy, in a cage; Perhaps I might within this little space (As in some Eastern tale, by magic power, A giant is imprisoned in a flower) Have told you something with a poet's... Poems - Post by : Bill_Hely - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 2433

I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day

I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day
I know not why, but all this weary day, Suggested by no definite grief or pain, Sad fancies have been flitting through my brain; Now it has been a vessel losing way, Rounding a stormy headland; now a gray Dull waste of clouds above a wintry main; And then, a banner, drooping in the rain, And meadows beaten into bloody clay. Strolling at random with this shadowy woe... Poems - Post by : OzMktg - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 2992

At Last, Beloved Nature! I Have Met At Last, Beloved Nature! I Have Met

At Last, Beloved Nature! I Have Met
At last, beloved Nature! I have met Thee face to face upon thy breezy hills, And boldly thy inmost bowers are set, Gazed on thee naked in thy mountain rills. When first I felt thy breath upon my brow, Tears of strange ecstasy gushed out like rain, And with a longing, passionate as vain, I strove to clasp thee. But, I know not how, Always before me... Poems - Post by : jhnsnchryl - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 1211

Grief Dies Like Joy; The Tears Upon My Cheek Grief Dies Like Joy; The Tears Upon My Cheek

Grief Dies Like Joy; The Tears Upon My Cheek
Grief dies like joy; the tears upon my cheek Will disappear like dew. Dear God! I know Thy kindly Providence hath made it so, And thank thee for the law. I am too weak To make a friend of Sorrow, or to wear, With that dark angel ever by my side (Though to thy heaven there be no better guide), A front of manly calm. Yet, for I hear... Poems - Post by : rushtheweb - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 3397

I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! At The Lot I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! At The Lot

I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! At The Lot
I scarcely grieve, O Nature! at the lot That pent my life within a city's bounds, And shut me from thy sweetest sights and sounds. Perhaps I had not learned, if some lone cot Had nursed a dreamy childhood, what the mart Taught me amid its turmoil; so my youth Had missed full many a stern but wholesome truth. Here, too, O Nature! in this haunt of Art, Thy... Poems - Post by : jhamlin - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 2487

Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid

Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid
Some truths there be are better left unsaid; Much is there that we may not speak unblamed. On words, as wings, how many joys have fled! The jealous fairies love not to be named. There is an old-world tale of one whose bed A genius graced, to all, save him, unknown; One day the secret passed his lips, and sped As secrets speed--thenceforth he slept alone. Too much, oh!... Poems - Post by : jmreese - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 2730

They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly

They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly
They dub thee idler, smiling sneeringly, And why? because, forsooth, so many moons, Here dwelling voiceless by the voiceful sea, Thou hast not set thy thoughts to paltry tunes In song or sonnet. Them these golden noons Oppress not with their beauty; they could prate, Even while a prophet read the solemn runes On which is hanging some imperial fate. How know they, these good gossips, what to... Poems - Post by : elion - Date : September 2011 - Author : Henry Timrod - Read : 798