Skip directly to:Main content Main navigation

University of Virginia Library

The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod

Timrod, Henry (1828-1867)

collapse section

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

collapse section

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

collapse section

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

collapse section

Collapse All | Expand All expand section

77

THE ROSE THAT BLOOMS

The Rose that blooms and blushes in the bower
Turns kindly to the nightingale alone,
And Rose the maid typified by the flower
In undivided love is all mine own.