Ah me! why may not love and life be one?
There is no holier spot of ground than where defeated valor lies by mourning beauty crowned - Henry Timrod
There is no holier spot of ground than where defeated valor lies by mourning beauty crowned
- Henry Timrod
Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us sol… - Henry Timrod
Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us sol…
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.Mea… - Henry Timrod
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.Mea…
Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause;Though yet no marble column cravesThe pilgrim here to pause.Stoop, angels, hithe… - Henry Timrod
Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause;Though yet no marble column cravesThe pilgrim here to pause.Stoop, angels, hithe…
Spring is a true reconstructionist. - Henry Timrod
Spring is a true reconstructionist.
Ah me! why may not love and life be one? - Henry Timrod
Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons. - Henry Timrod
Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons.
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