Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark… — Henry Timrod Copy Share Image
Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of… — Henry Timrod Copy Share Image
And down the dunes a thousand guns lie crouched,Unseen, beside the flood -Like tigers in some Orient jungle crouchedThat wait and watch for blood.Meanwhile,… — Henry Timrod Copy Share Image
Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause;Though yet no marble column cravesThe pilgrim here to pause.Stoop, angels, hither from the… — Henry Timrod Copy Share Image
There is no holier spot of ground than where defeated valor lies by mourning beauty crowned — Henry Timrod Copy Share Image
