๋จ๋ฝ์ ํด๋ฆญํ๋ฉด ์ดํยท๋ฌธ๋ฒ ํด์ค์ด ์ค๋ฅธ์ชฝ์ ํ์๋ฉ๋๋ค.
Produced by Alan Light POEMS OF HENRY TIMROD By Henry Timrod With Memoir Contents Introduction
The Late Judge George S. Bryan Spring
The Cotton Boll
Prรฆceptor 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 Prรฆterea 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?
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โPoems 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.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โSonnets 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?
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โPoems 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
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โIntroduction "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.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โ"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."
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โSuch 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.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โThe 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 words
renew and keep his own memory in his land's literature.
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