Poems by Henry Timrod
Lines To R. L.
... if we looked Rightly into that blotted crimson page ...
A Mother's Wail
... Those cool, soft hands, that warm, wet, eager mouth, ...
Sonnet XIV "Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes"
... Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes, ...
Storm and Calm
... Sting our weak hearts with bitter shame, ...
A Summer Shower
... And earth is sick and wan, and pines with all her flowers ...
An Exotic
... And the ground had been rich for a thousand years ...
Sonnet III "Life Ever Seems as from Its Present Site"
... Blue, misty hill or sweep of glimmering plain -- ...
1866 -- Addressed To The Old Year
... They ask not - for old doubts and fears will cling - ...
Sonnet XVI "If I Have Graced No Single Song of Mine"
... Have wreaked heart, mind, my love, my hopes of fame, ...
Love's Logic
... Thus, - so, - and thus! - thy slender waist - ...
A Vision of Poesy - Part 02
... and alway, Even though it breathe the secrets of the sky, ...
The Cotton Boll
... Shall one day mark the Port which ruled the Western seas ...
Too Long, O Spirit Of Storm
... When the waves are still, and the skies look fair, ...
Hymn Sung At An Anniversary Of The Asylum Of Orphans At Charleston
... Dear hearts to love -- sweet ties to bind -- ...
To Rosa ----: Acrostic
... Then with the Speedwell, blended the perfume ...
