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. Ethnogenesis 4/16/2010
6. Hymn Sung At An Anniversary Of The Asylum Of Orphans At Charleston 4/16/2010
7. Lines: 4/16/2010
8. Sonnet 11 1/1/2004
9. Hymn Sung At The Consecration Of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C. 4/16/2010
10. Stanzas: A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter, Arrayed For An Approaching Bridal. 4/16/2010
11. I Saw, Or Dreamed I Saw 1/1/2004
12. Sonnet 08 1/1/2004
13. Lines: 4/16/2010
14. Sonnet 10 1/1/2004
15. Hymn Sung At A Sacred Concert At Columbia, S.C. 4/16/2010
16. Sonnet Xvi 4/16/2010
17. Sonnet 09 1/1/2004
18. La Belle Juive 1/1/2004
19. Ripley 1/1/2004
20. Quatorzain 4/16/2010
21. Hymn - A Sacred Concert 1/1/2004
22. Serenade 1/1/2004
23. Lines To R. L. 1/1/2004
24. Love's Logic 1/1/2004
25. Carmen Triumphale 4/16/2010
26. A Vision Of Poesy - Part 01 1/1/2004
27. Ode:Sung On The. Occasion Of Decorating The Graves Of The Confederate Dead 4/16/2010
28. The Cotton Boll 4/16/2010
29. Sonnet 05 1/1/2004
30. Sonnet 04 1/1/2004
31. Song Composed For Washington's Birthday 1/1/2004
32. Sonnet 01 1/1/2004
33. Pr |aeceptor Amat 1/1/2004
34. Katie 1/1/2004
35. Dedication 4/16/2010
36. Sonnet 14 1/1/2004
37. Storm And Calm 1/1/2004
38. 1866 -- Addressed To The Old Year 1/1/2004
39. Why Silent? 1/1/2004
40. To Thee 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Henry Timrod

Baby's Age

She came with April blooms and showers;
We count her little life by flowers.
As buds the rose upon her cheek,
We choose a flower for every week.
A week of hyacinths, we say,
And one of heart's-ease, ushered May;
And then because two wishes met
Upon the rose and violet --
I liked the Beauty, Kate, the Nun --
The violet and the rose count one.
A week the apple marked with white;
A week the lily scored in light;
Red poppies closed May's happy moon,
And tulips this blue week in June.
Here end as yet the flowery links;
To-day begins the week of ...

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Baby's Age

She came with April blooms and showers;
We count her little life by flowers.
As buds the rose upon her cheek,
We choose a flower for every week.
A week of hyacinths, we say,
And one of heart's-ease, ushered May;
And then because two wishes met
Upon the rose and violet --
I liked the Beauty, Kate, the Nun --

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