Henry Timrod

(8 December 1828 - 7 October 1867 / Charleston, South Carolina)

Henry Timrod Poems

1. To A Captive Owl 4/16/2010
2. Ode At Magnolia Cemetery 4/28/2012
3. The Problem 4/16/2010
4. To Rosa ----: Acrostic 4/16/2010
5. Love's Logic 1/1/2004
6. Ethnogenesis 4/16/2010
7. Hymn Sung At An Anniversary Of The Asylum Of Orphans At Charleston 4/16/2010
8. Lines: 4/16/2010
9. Sonnet 11 1/1/2004
10. Hymn Sung At The Consecration Of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C. 4/16/2010
11. Stanzas: A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter, Arrayed For An Approaching Bridal. 4/16/2010
12. I Saw, Or Dreamed I Saw 1/1/2004
13. Sonnet 08 1/1/2004
14. Lines: 4/16/2010
15. Sonnet 10 1/1/2004
16. Hymn Sung At A Sacred Concert At Columbia, S.C. 4/16/2010
17. Sonnet Xvi 4/16/2010
18. Sonnet 09 1/1/2004
19. La Belle Juive 1/1/2004
20. Ripley 1/1/2004
21. Quatorzain 4/16/2010
22. Hymn - A Sacred Concert 1/1/2004
23. Serenade 1/1/2004
24. Our Willie 1/1/2004
25. Lines To R. L. 1/1/2004
26. Carmen Triumphale 4/16/2010
27. Ode:Sung On The. Occasion Of Decorating The Graves Of The Confederate Dead 4/16/2010
28. A Vision Of Poesy - Part 01 1/1/2004
29. The Cotton Boll 4/16/2010
30. Sonnet 01 1/1/2004
31. Sonnet 05 1/1/2004
32. Sonnet 04 1/1/2004
33. Song Composed For Washington's Birthday 1/1/2004
34. Pr |aeceptor Amat 1/1/2004
35. Katie 1/1/2004
36. Dedication 4/16/2010
37. Sonnet 14 1/1/2004
38. On Pressing Some Flowers 1/1/2004
39. Why Silent? 1/1/2004
40. Storm And Calm 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Henry Timrod

A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter

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 praised, the world caressed,
And ONE adored me -- how shall HE who soon
Shall wear my gentle flower upon his breast,
Prize to its utmost worth the priceless boon?

Shall he not gird her, guard her, make her rich,
(Not as the world is rich, in outward show,)
With all the love and watchful kindness which
A wise and tender manhood may bestow?

Oh! I shall part from her ...

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Sonnet 13

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 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,

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