Nonfiction · 1873
Poems of Henry Timrod
With Memoir
Poems of Henry Timrod, first published in 1873, has been pulled into the Bibliomancer archive: the complete text, carefully cleaned and typeset, free to read online. Its editorial introduction is still being prepared.
Contents
- Dedication
- Introduction
- The Late Judge George S. Bryan
- Spring
- The Cotton Boll
- Præceptor Amat
- The Problem
- A Year’s Courtship
- Serenade
- Youth and Manhood
- Hark to the Shouting Wind
- Too Long, O Spirit of Storm
- The Lily Confidante
- The Stream is Flowing from the West
- Vox et Præterea Nihil
- Madeline
- A Dedication
- Katie
- Why Silent?
- Two Portraits
- La Belle Juive
- An Exotic
- The Rosebuds
- A Mother’s Wail
- Our Willie
- Part I — A Vision of Poesy
- Part II
- The Past
- Dreams
- The Arctic Voyager
- Dramatic Fragment
- The Summer Bower
- A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night
- Flower-Life
- A Summer Shower
- Baby’s Age
- The Messenger Rose
- On Pressing Some Flowers
- To a Captive Owl
- Love’s Logic
- Second Love
- Hymn Sung at a Sacred Concert at Columbia, S.C
- Lines to R. L
- To Whom?
- To Thee
- Storm and Calm
- Retirement
- A Common Thought
- Carolina
- A Cry to Arms
- Charleston
- Ripley
- Ethnogenesis
- Carmen Triumphale
- The Unknown Dead
- The Two Armies
- Christmas
- I — Sonnets: “Poet! If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent”
- II — “Most Men Know Love but as a Part of Life”
- III — “Life Ever Seems as from Its Present Site”
- IV — “They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly”
- V — “Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid”
- VI — “I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the Lot”
- VII — “Grief Dies Like Joy; the Tears Upon My Cheek”
- VIII — “At Last, Beloved Nature! I Have Met”
- IX — “I Know Not Why, but All This Weary Day”
- X — “Were I the Poet-Laureate of the Fairies”
- XI — “Which Are the Clouds, and Which the Mountains? See”
- XII — “What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name”
- XIII — “I Thank You, Kind and Best Beloved Friend”
- XIV — “Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes”
- XV — In Memoriam—Harris Simons
- Poems Now First Collected
- Dedication
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