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Poems of Henry Timrod
With Memoir
Contents
Introduction
The Late Judge George S. Bryan
Spring
The Cotton Boll
Pr|aeceptor Amat
The Problem
A Year's
Courtship
Serenade
Youth and Manhood
Hark to the Shouting
Wind
Too Long, O Spirit of Storm
The Lily Confidante
The
Stream is Flowing from the West
Vox et Pr|aeterea Nihil
Madeline

A Dedication
Katie
Why Silent?
Two Portraits
La Belle Juive

An Exotic
The Rosebuds
A Mother's Wail
Our Willie

Address Delivered at the Opening of the New Theatre at Richmond A
Vision of Poesy
The Past
Dreams
The Arctic Voyager
Dramatic
Fragment
The Summer Bower
A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter
Night
Flower-Life
A Summer Shower
Baby's Age
The
Messenger Rose
On Pressing Some Flowers
1866 -- Addressed to
the Old Year
Stanzas: A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter, Arrayed
for an Approaching Bridal. Written in Illustration of a Tableau Vivant

Hymn Sung at an Anniversary of the Asylum of Orphans at
Charleston To a Captive Owl
Love's Logic
Second Love

Hymn
Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C.
Hymn Sung at a Sacred Concert at Columbia, S.C.
Lines to R. L.

To Whom?
To Thee
Storm and Calm
Retirement
A Common

Thought
Poems Written in War Times
Carolina
A Cry to Arms
Charleston
Ripley
Ethnogenesis

Carmen Triumphale
The Unknown Dead
The Two Armies

Christmas
Ode Sung on the Occasion of Decorating the Graves of the
Confederate Dead, at Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C., 1867
Sonnets
I "Poet! If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent"
II "Most Men Know Love But
as a Part of Life"
III "Life Ever Seems as from Its Present Site"
IV
"They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly"
V "Some Truths There
Be Are Better Left Unsaid"
VI "I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the
Lot"
VII "Grief Dies Like Joy; the Tears Upon My Cheek"
VIII "At
Last, Beloved Nature! I Have Met"
IX "I Know Not Why, But All
This Weary Day"
X "Were I the Poet-Laureate of the Fairies"
XI
"Which Are the Clouds, and Which the Mountains? See" XII "What
Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name" XIII "I Thank
You, Kind and Best Beloved Friend"
XIV "Are These Wild Thoughts,
Thus Fettered in My Rhymes" XV In Memoriam -- Harris Simons
Poems Now First Collected
Song Composed for Washington's Birthday, and Respectfully Inscribed
to the Officers and Members of the Washington Light Infantry of
Charleston, February 22, 1859
A Bouquet
Lines: "I Stooped from
Star-Bright Regions"
A Trifle
Lines: "I Saw, or Dreamed I Saw,
Her Sitting Lone"
Sonnet: "If I Have Graced No Single Song of
Mine"
To Rosa ----: Acrostic
Dedication
Introduction
"A true poet is one of the most precious gifts that can be bestowed on a
generation." He speaks for it and he speaks to it.
Reflecting and

interpreting his age and its thoughts, feelings, and purposes, he speaks
for it; and with a love of truth, with a keener moral insight into the
universal heart of man, and with the intuition of inspiration, he speaks
to it, and through it to the world. It is thus
"The poet to the whole wide world belongs,
Even as the Teacher is
the child's."
"Nor is it to the great masters alone that our homage and thankfulness
are due. Wherever a true child of song strikes his harp, we love to listen.
All that we ask is that the music be native, born of impassioned impulse
that will not be denied, heartfelt, like the lark when she soars up to
greet the morning and pours out her song by the same quivering ecstasy
that impels her flight." For though the voices be many, the oracle is one,
for "God gave the poet his song."
Such was Henry Timrod, the Southern poet. A child of nature, his song
is the voice of the Southland. Born in Charleston, S.C., December 8th,
1829, his life cast in the seething torrent of civil war, his voice was also
the voice of Carolina, and through her of the South, in all the rich glad
life poured out in patriotic pride into that fatal struggle, in all the valor
and endurance of that dark conflict, in all the gloom of its disaster, and
in all the sacred tenderness that clings about its memories. He was the
poet of the Lost Cause, the finest interpreter of the feelings and
traditions of the splendid heroism of a brave people. Moreover, by his
catholic spirit, his wide range, and world-wide sympathies, he is a true
American poet.
The purpose of the TIMROD MEMORIAL ASSOCIATION of his
native city and State, in undertaking this new edition of his poems, is to
erect
a suitable public memorial to the poet, and also to let his own