Henry Timrod

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

Henry Timrod Poems

1. 1866 -- Addressed To The Old Year 1/1/2004
2. A Bouquet 1/1/2004
3. A Common Thought 1/1/2004
4. A Cry To Arms 1/1/2004
5. A Dedication - To K.S.G. 1/1/2004
6. A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter 1/1/2004
7. A Mother's Wail 1/1/2004
8. A Prize Poem 1/1/2004
9. A Rhapsody Of A Southern Winter Night 1/1/2004
10. A Summer Shower 1/1/2004
11. A Trifle 4/16/2010
12. A Vision Of Poesy - Part 01 1/1/2004
13. A Vision Of Poesy - Part 02 1/1/2004
14. A Year's Courtship 1/1/2004
15. Address Delivered At The Opening Of The New Theatre At Richmond 4/16/2010
16. An Exotic 1/1/2004
17. At Magnolia Cemetery 4/16/2010
18. Baby's Age 1/1/2004
19. Carmen Triumphale 4/16/2010
20. Carolina 1/1/2004
21. Charleston 1/1/2004
22. Christmas 1/1/2004
23. Dedication 4/16/2010
24. Dramatic Fragment 1/1/2004
25. Dreams 1/1/2004
26. Ethnogenesis 4/16/2010
27. Flower-Life 1/1/2004
28. Graves Of The Confederate Dead 1/1/2004
29. Hark To The Shouting Wind 1/1/2004
30. Hymn - A Sacred Concert 1/1/2004
31. Hymn - Consecration Of Magnolia Cemetery 1/1/2004
32. Hymn Sung At A Sacred Concert At Columbia, S.C. 4/16/2010
33. Hymn Sung At An Anniversary Of The Asylum Of Orphans At Charleston 4/16/2010
34. Hymn Sung At The Consecration Of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C. 4/16/2010
35. I Saw, Or Dreamed I Saw 1/1/2004
36. Katie 1/1/2004
37. La Belle Juive 1/1/2004
38. Lines To R. L. 1/1/2004
39. Lines: 4/16/2010
40. Lines: 4/16/2010

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  • Terry the Cork (4/13/2019 9:27:00 PM)

    We read this poem in High School in Charleston in 1970, never really giving it any credence. It is the perfect poem for a military funeral of ANY kind. At my funeral, I want this poem read and Gordon Lightfoot's " Don Quixote" played to a silent congregation.

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  • Asmus (8/17/2018 5:22:00 AM)

    Hi there,
    I find it hard to understand the poem starting with these lines:
    I stooped from star-bright regions where/ Thou canst not enter even in prayer...
    Can anybody give me a clue what is hidden in these lines? What did Henry Timrod stand for in his lifetime?
    I am grateful for a kind reply.
    Best wishes from Cologne/Germany

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (10/14/2015 1:30:00 PM)

    '' Timrod is, after Poe, the most important Southern poet of the nineteenth century. The quality of his best work, though small in bulk, exceeds that of Sidney Lanier and Hayne, and his contributions to war and nature poetry also exceed theirs. He is not a major poet, but he is a significant minor poet. ''
    [Rayburn S. Moore, University of Georgia]

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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 ...

Read the full of Baby's Age

Sonnet 01

Poet! if on a lasting fame be bent
Thy unperturbing hopes, thou will not roam
Too far from thine own happy heart and home;
Cling to the lowly earth, and be content!
So shall thy name be dear to many a heart;
So shall the noblest truths by thee be taught;
The flower and fruit of wholesome human thought
Bless the sweet labors of thy gentle art.
The brightest stars are nearest to the earth,

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