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  41 <h1>The Henry Timrod Connection</h1>
  42 <p class="first">The following is a survey of the lines of lyrics on <a class="albumlink" href="index.htm" name="Modern Times">Modern Times</a> which are borrowed from Henry Timrod&rsquo;s (1828&ndash;1867) poetry. The connection was discovered by Scott Warmuth.</p>
  43
  44 <h3>When The Deal Goes Down</h3>
  45
  46 <table>
  47   <tr>
  48     <td>More frailer than the flowers,<br /> these precious hours</td>
  49     <td>A round of precious hours<br />
  50       Oh! here, where in that summer noon I basked<br />
  51       And strove, with logic frailer than the flowers<br />
  52       ("A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night")</td>
  53   </tr>
  54   <tr>
  55     <td>In the still of the night, <br />
  56       in the world's ancient light<br />
  57       Where wisdom grows up in strife
  58     </td>
  59     <td>
  60             There is a wisdom that grows up in strife
  61             <br />("Retirement")</td>
  62   </tr>
  63   <tr>
  64     <td>Well, the moon gives light <br />
  65       and it shines by night<br />
  66       When I scarcely feel the glow</td>
  67     <td>Still stealing on with pace so slow<br />
  68       Yourself will scarcely feel the glow <br />
  69       ("Two Portraits")</td>
  70   </tr>
  71   <tr>
  72     <td>You come to my eyes<br />
  73       like a vision from the skies</td>
  74     <td>A strange far look would come into his eyes<br />
  75       As if he saw a vision in the skies.<br />
  76              ("A Vision of Poesy - Part 01")
  77           </td>
  78   </tr>
  79   <tr>
  80     <td>Things I never meant nor wished to say</td>
  81     <td>Things which you neither meant nor wished to say <br />
  82       ("Sonnet 13")
  83     </td>
  84   </tr>
  85   <tr><td>Tomorrow keeps turning around</td>
  86     <td>To-morrow I will turn it round and round<br />
  87       ("A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night")</td></tr>
  88 </table>
  89 <h3>Beyond The Horizon</h3>
  90 <table>
  91   <tr>
  92     <td>My memories are drowning<br />
  93       In mortal bliss</td>
  94     <td>Which drowned the memories of the time<br />
  95       In a merely mortal bliss!<br />
  96       ("Our Willie")
  97     </td>
  98   </tr>
  99   <tr>
 100     <td>In the long hours of twilight <br />
 101       'neath the stardust above
 102     </td>
 103     <td>In the long hours of twilight, when the breeze<br />
 104       Talked in low tones along the woodland rills,<br />
 105       Or the loud North its stormy minstrelsies<br />
 106       Blent with wild noises from the distant hills<br />
 107       ("A Vision of Poesy Part I")
 108     </td>
 109   </tr>
 110   <tr><td>The bells of St. Mary, <br />
 111       how sweetly they chime
 112       </td>
 113       <td>And o'er the city sinks and swells<br />
 114         The chime of old St. Mary's bells<br />
 115         ("Katie")</td>
 116 </tr>
 117 </table>
 118 <p>Scott Warmuth: "The Bells of St. Mary's is also the title of a Bing Crosby film from 1945. As "Beyond The Horizon" seems to be based on Crosby's version of "Red Sails In The Sunset" I'd wager that this line may just be an allusion to Der Bingle."</p>
 119
 120 <h3>Workingman's Blues #2</h3>
 121 <table>
 122   <tr>
 123     <td>"In the dark I hear the night birds call<br />
 124       I can feel a lover's breath<br />
 125       I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall<br />
 126       Sleep is like a temporary death"
 127 </td>
 128 <td>You will perceive that in the breast<br />
 129   The germs of many virtues rest,<br />
 130   Which, ere they feel a lover's breath,<br />
 131   Lie in a temporary death"<br />
 132 ("Two Portraits")</td>
 133   </tr>
 134   <tr>
 135     <td>Old memories of you to me have clung</td>
 136     <td>"O mother! somewhere on this lovely earth<br />
 137       I lived, and understood that mystic tongue,<br />
 138       But, for some reason, to my second birth<br />
 139       Only the dullest memories have clung,<br />
 140       Like that fair tree that even while blossomin"<br />
 141       ("A Vision Of Poesy - Part 1")
 142     </td>
 143   </tr>
 144 </table>
 145 <h3>Rollin' and Tumblin'</h3>
 146 <table>
 147   <tr>
 148     <td>The landscape is glowin', <br />gleamin' in the golden light of day</td>
 149     <td>To the remotest point of sight,<br />
 150       Although I gaze upon no waste of snow,<br />
 151       The endless field is white;<br />
 152       And the whole landscape glows<br />
 153 ("The Cotton Boll")</td>
 154   </tr>
 155   <tr>
 156     <td>"The night is filled with shadows, <br />
 157       the years are filled with early doom<br />
 158       I've been conjuring up all these long dead souls <br />
 159       from their crumblin' tombs"</td>
 160     <td>By that sweet grave, in that dark room,<br />
 161       We may weave at will for each others ear,<br />
 162       Of that life, and that love, and that early doom,<br />
 163       The tale which is shadowed here<br />
 164 ("Our Willie")</td>
 165   </tr>
 166 </table>
 167 <h3>Tweedle Dee &amp; Tweedle Dum (from "Love And Theft")</h3>
 168 <table>
 169   <tr>
 170     <td>Well a childish dream is a deathless need</td>
 171     <td>A childish dream is now a deathless need<br />
 172       ("A Vision of Poesy - Part 01")
 173     </td>
 174   </tr>
 175   <tr>
 176     <td>They walk among the stately trees<br />
 177       They know the secrets of the breeze</td>
 178     <td>And high and hushed arose the stately trees,<br />
 179       Yet shut within themselves, like dungeons, where<br />
 180       Lay fettered all the secrets of the breeze<br />
 181       ("A Vision of Poesy - Part 01")
 182     </td>
 183   </tr>
 184 </table>
 185 <h3>'Cross The Green Mountain" (from the Gods And Generals soundtrack)</h3>
 186 <table>
 187   <tr>
 188     <td>Along the dim Atlantic line<br />
 189       The ravaged land lies for miles behind</td>
 190     <td>But still, along yon dim Atlantic line<br />
 191       The only hostile smoke<br />
 192       Creeps like a harmless mist above the brine<br />
 193       From some frail, floating oak.<br />
 194       ("Charleston")
 195    </td>
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