Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks… — Henry Timrod Court 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… — Henry Timrod Dreams 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… — Henry Timrod Blood 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… — Henry Timrod Angel Copy Share Image
There is no holier spot of ground than where defeated valor lies by mourning beauty crowned — Henry Timrod Beauty Copy Share Image
