Poet
Henry Timrod
English
- 1866 — Addressed to the Old Year
- A Bouquet
- A Call to Arms
- A Common Thought
- A Dedication
- A Mother's Wail
- A Prize Poem
- A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night
- A Summer Shower
- A Trifle
- A Vision of Poesy
- A Year's Courtship
- An Exotic
- Baby's Age
- Carmen Triumphale
- Charleston
- Christmas
- Dedication
- Dramatic Fragment
- Dreams
- Flower-Life
- Hark to the Shouting Wind
- Hymn Sung at a Sacred Concert at Columbia, S. C.
- Hymn Sung at an Anniversary of the Asylum of Orphans at Charleston
- Hymn Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S. C.
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- I “Poet! If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent”
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- II “Most Men Know Love But as a Part of Life”
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- III
- III “Life Ever Seems as from Its Present Site”
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- IV “They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly”
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- IX “I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day”
- Katie
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- La Belle Juive
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- Lines to R. L.
- Lines: “I Saw, or Dreamed I Saw, Her Sitting Lone”
- Lines: “I Stooped from Star-Bright Regions”
- Love's Logic
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- Madeline
- On Pressing Some Flowers
- Our Willie
- Præceptor Amat
- Retirement
- Ripley
- Second Love
- Serenade
- Song Composed for Washington's Birthday,
- Sonnet: “If I Have Graced No Single Song of Mine”
- Spring
- Stanzas: A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter,
- Storm and Calm
- The Arctic Voyager
- The Cotton Boll
- The Lily Confidante
- The Messenger Rose
- The Past
- The Problem
- The Rosebuds
- The Stream is Flowing from the West
- The Summer Bower
- The Two Armies
- The Unknown Dead
- To a Captive Owl
- To Rosa ——: Acrostic
- To Thee
- To Whom?
- Too Long, O Spirit of Storm
- Two Portraits
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- V “Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid”
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- VI “I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the Lot”
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- VII “Grief Dies Like Joy; the Tears Upon My Cheek”
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- VIII “At Last, Beloved Nature! I Have Met”
- Vox et Præterea Nihil
- Why Silent?
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- X “Were I the Poet-Laureate of the Fairies”
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- XI “Which Are the Clouds, and Which the Mountains? See”
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- XIII “I Thank You, Kind and Best Beloved Friend”
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- XIV “Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes”
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- XV In Memoriam — Harris Simons
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- Youth and Manhood