Henry Timrod

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

Henry Timrod Poems

41. Sonnet 06 1/1/2004
42. A Prize Poem 1/1/2004
43. Sonnet 03 1/1/2004
44. Dramatic Fragment 1/1/2004
45. Spring 1/1/2004
46. At Magnolia Cemetery 4/16/2010
47. To Fairy 1/1/2004
48. The Arctic Voyager 1/1/2004
49. The Summer Bower 1/1/2004
50. Sonnet 02 1/1/2004
51. Vox Et Pr 1/1/2004
52. Hymn - Consecration Of Magnolia Cemetery 1/1/2004
53. The Rosebuds 1/1/2004
54. The Lily Confidante 1/1/2004
55. On Pressing Some Flowers 1/1/2004
56. Address Delivered At The Opening Of The New Theatre At Richmond 4/16/2010
57. Graves Of The Confederate Dead 1/1/2004
58. A Vision Of Poesy - Part 02 1/1/2004
59. The Stream Is Flowing From The West 1/1/2004
60. Too Long, O Spirit Of Storm 1/1/2004
61. Flower-Life 1/1/2004
62. Sonnet 12 1/1/2004
63. Hark To The Shouting Wind 1/1/2004
64. A Summer Shower 1/1/2004
65. Sonnet 15 1/1/2004
66. The Problem 1/1/2004
67. A Mother's Wail 1/1/2004
68. A Trifle 4/16/2010
69. A Bouquet 1/1/2004
70. To Whom? 1/1/2004
71. Sonnet 13 I Thank You 1/1/2004
72. The Messenger Rose 1/1/2004
73. Second Love 1/1/2004
74. Two Portraits 1/1/2004
75. Sonnet 07 1/1/2004
76. Dreams 1/1/2004
77. Madeline 1/1/2004
78. Christmas 1/1/2004
79. The Past 1/1/2004
80. The Two Armies 1/1/2004

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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
    Asmus

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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

A Dedication - To K.S.G.

Fair Saxon, in my lover's creed,
My love were smaller than your meed,
And you might justly deem it slight,
As wanting truth as well as sight,
If, in that image which is shrined
Where thoughts are sacred, you could find
A single charm, or more or less,
Than you to all kind eyes possess.
To me, even in the happiest dreams,
Where, flushed with love's just dawning gleams,
My hopes their radiant wings unfurl,
You're but a simple English girl,
No fairer, grace for grace arrayed,
Than many a simple Southern maid;
With faults enough to make the good
Seem ...

Read the full of A Dedication - To K.S.G.

Sonnet 10

Were I the poet-laureate of the fairies,
Who in a rose-leaf finds too broad a page;
Or could I, like your beautiful canaries,
Sing with free heart and happy, in a cage;
Perhaps I might within this little space
(As in some Eastern tale, by magic power,
A giant is imprisoned in a flower)
Have told you something with a poet's grace.
But I need wider limits, ampler scope,