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Born in December 8, 1828 / Died in October 7, 1867 / United States / English

Poems by Henry Timrod

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Baby's Age

... But soon - so grave, and deep, and wise ...

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Dreams

...  Come out at night, like stars, in shining dreams ...

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Hymn Sung At A Sacred Concert At Columbia, S.C.

...   II Thine ear, thou tender One, is caught, ...

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Carmen Triumphale

... With broadening breast, and mightier deeps, ...

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Graves of the Confederate Dead

... IV Small tributes! but your shades will smile ...

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Carolina

... That grope their way through sunless caves, ...

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Quatorzain

... Wherewith the world might else be not so rife, &emsp ...

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Hymn - Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery

... Thou rather shouldst be crowned with fadeless flowers, ...

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Sonnet XI "Which Are the Clouds, and Which the Mountains? See"

... This foothold where we stand with slipping feet, ...

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The Messenger Rose

... Look! coral-leaved! and - mark these spots ...

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Spring

... I am May!" Ah! who would couple thoughts of war and crime ...

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Dedication

... To Fairy Do you recall -- I know you do -- ...

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Why Silent?

... While the world, in its worldliness, does not miss ...

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Dramatic Fragment

... But thou, thou, with the visions which thy youth did cherish ...

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A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter

... Yes, he will shield, I think, my bud from blight! ...