Henry Timrod Quotes
December 8, 1828 – October 7, 1867
More Henry Timrod Quotes
Thy skirts indeed the foe may part,Thy robe be pierced with sword and dart,They shall not touch thy noble heart, Carolina!
Henry Timrod— "Carolina", st. V, 3
Throw thy bold banner to the breeze!Front with thy ranks the threatening seasLike thine own proud armorial trees, Carolina!Fling down thy gauntlet to the Huns,And roar the challenge from thy guns;Then leave the future to thy sons, Carolina!
Henry Timrod— "Carolina", st. VII, 2–3
— An adaptation of this poem , edited by G.R. Goodwin and set to music by Anne Curtis Burgess, was adopted as the official state song of Carolina in 1911.
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— "Ode: Sung on the Occasion of Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead at Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C., 1867", st. 1 & 5
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— Henry Timrod, Spring.
