There is no holier spot of ground than where defeated valor lies by mourning beauty crowned Henry Timrod More Quotes by Henry Timrod More Quotes From 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 lampslonelydark Ah me! why may not love and life be one? Henry Timrod sexymaylove Spring is a true reconstructionist. Henry Timrod mayspring 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 secretdreamheart 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. Henry Timrod gunmenlying 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! Henry Timrod humblesleeplying
