9 Quotes by Henry Timrod

So, Lady, may I still retainA right I would not lose again,For all that gold or guilt can buy,Or all that Heaven itself deny,A right such love may justly claim,Of seeing thee in friendship's name.Give me but this, and still at whiles,A portion of thy faintest smiles,It were enough to bless;I may not, dare not ask for moreThan boon so rich, and yet so poor,But I should die with less.

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

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.

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 solemn secrets of ourselves.

Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause;Though yet no marble column cravesThe pilgrim here to pause.Stoop, angels, hither from the skies!There is no holier spot of groundThan where defeated valor lies,By mourning beauty crowned!

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.Meanwhile, through streets still echoing with trade,Walk grave and thoughtful men,Whose hands may one day wield the patriot's bladeAs lightly as the pen.

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

Spring is a true reconstructionist.

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