I. "Poet! If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent"
Henry TimrodII. "Most Men Know Love But as a Part of Life"
Henry TimrodIII. "Life Ever Seems as from Its Present Site"
Henry TimrodIV. "They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly"
Henry TimrodIX. "I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day"
Henry TimrodSonnet: "If I Have Graced No Single Song of Mine"
Henry TimrodV. "Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid"
Henry TimrodVI. "I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the Lot"
Henry TimrodVII. "Grief Dies Like Joy; the Tears Upon My Cheek"
Henry TimrodVIII. "At Last, Beloved Nature! I Have Met"
Henry TimrodX. "Were I the Poet-Laureate of the Fairies"
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