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Henry Timrod


Born
in Charleston, South Carolina, The United States
December 08, 1828

Died
January 01, 1867


Timrod was born on December 8, 1828, in Charleston, South Carolina, to a family of German descent. His grandfather Heinrich Dimroth emigrated to the United States in 1765 and Anglicized his name. His father was an officer in the Seminole Wars and a poet himself. The elder Timrod died on July 28, 1838, at the age of 44; his son was nine. A few years later, their home burned down, leaving the family impoverished.

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The Poems of Henry Timrod.

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The Collected Poems

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Katie

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The Uncollected Poems

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Essays of Henry Timrod

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A Little Book: To Obtain Me...

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Verses from the Cotton Boll

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Katie 1884 [Leather Bound]

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“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 solemn secrets of ourselves.”
Henry Timrod

“So, Lady, may I still retain
A 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 more
Than boon so rich, and yet so poor,
But I should die with less.”
Henry Timrod