Henry Timrod Poems
|81.||The Two Armies||1/1/2004|
|84.||The Unknown Dead||1/1/2004|
|86.||A Common Thought||1/1/2004|
|87.||A Cry To Arms||1/1/2004|
|88.||Youth And Manhood||1/1/2004|
|90.||A Year's Courtship||1/1/2004|
|91.||A Rhapsody Of A Southern Winter Night||1/1/2004|
|92.||A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter||1/1/2004|
Comments about Henry Timrod
Not in a climate near the sun
Did the cloud with its trailing fringes float,
Whence, white as the down of an angel's plume,
Fell the snow of her brow and throat.
And the ground had been rich for a thousand years
With the blood of heroes, and sages, and kings,
Where the rose that blooms in her exquisite cheek
Unfolded the flush of its wings.
On a land where the faces are fair, though pale
As a moonlit mist when the winds are still,
She breaks like a morning in Paradise
Through the palms of an orient hill.
Her beauty, perhaps, were all too ...
Hymn - A Sacred Concert
Faint falls the gentle voice of prayer
In the wild sounds that fill the air,
Yet, Lord, we know that voice is heard,
Not less than if Thy throne it stirred.