There is no holier spot of ground than where defeated valor lies by mourning beauty crowned

- 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

Spring is a true reconstructionist.

- 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…

- Henry Timrod

Ah me! why may not love and life be one?

- 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

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