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The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod

Timrod, Henry (1828-1867)

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NOT A GRIN WAS SEEN

TO THE SNOWDROP

NO DEEPER, NO MORE FEARFUL CURSE

THE DREAM OF THE LOCK

LIKE THAT SOFT LUSTRE

FORGIVE IT, LADY

MISCHIEVOUS! GEORGE IS OUT HIS SENSES

WHAT ATHENS DULL

STARS MAY HIDE THEIR GENTLE LIGHT

AS THE LAST BEAMS OF STARS

SENTIMENTAL—VERY

A FIG FOR THE CRITICS!

SIX MONTHS'S SUCH A WONDERFUL TIME

FOR HIGH HONOURS

I THOUGHT THY NAME

TO CULL THE CHOICEST FLOWERS OF SONG

WE WALK'D BENEATH THE SHADOW

A LIGHT UPON MY PATHWAY GLEAMS

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THE BEAMS OF THOSE EYES

SWEET IF YOU DEEM

THE BREEZES THROUGH THE WOODLANDS MOAN

APOLOGY TO TOM FOR MALTREATING HIS ‘FRIEND’

OH! MAY THY DESTINY BE HAPPY EVER

MY HEART WAS GAZING INTO THINE

SWEET LET NOT OUR SLANDERERS

LET V---Y PRATTLE

I DREAM'D THAT IN A SECRET NOOK

OH! IF SHE THINKS THE CORD TOO SLENDER

TIRED OF THE CRUEL SPORT

WRITTEN IN A PSALM-BOOK

THERE IS I KNOW NOT WHAT ABOUT THEE

WHILST I ENJOY'D THY SMILES

I TELL THEE, LOVE

AT NIGHT WHEN ALL IN SLEEP ARE STILL

I'VE HEARD, STILL DEAR ONE

FOR YET THY CHARMS RETAIN THEIR SWAY

LADY I DEEM'D NO SPOT ON EARTH

FRAGMENT OF A DREAM

DIVISION OF LOVE'S EMPIRE

A LITTLE SPOT OF DINGY EARTH

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NO WIND, NOT EVEN A FLUTTERING BREATH

LET NOT THESE HARMLESS JOYS

IMAGINE IF YOU CAN A BARNYARD SCENE

THE HUNGRY OWLET HOOTS MELODIOUSLY

TWO LILIES ON A BROKEN STALK

FORGIVE ME THAT I DARE TO TRACE

THE ROSE THAT BLOOMS

IN BOWERS OF EASE

GOD BLESS THEE THEN!

BEHOLD THE YOUTH

HERE LET ME WRITE MY NAME

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FRAGMENT OF A DREAM

Methought we walk'd alone
Within a deep but yet not gloomy grove
Where naught save falling leaves and breezes' moan
Broke on our words of love.

Thy hand was clasp'd in mine,
Thy deep dark eyes in kindness turn'd on me
Beaming with love ineffable, as shine
The stars on sleeping misery.