The Henry Timrod Connection

The following is a survey of the lines of lyrics on Modern Times which are borrowed from Henry Timrod’s (1828–1867) poetry. The connection was discovered by Scott Warmuth.

When The Deal Goes Down

More frailer than the flowers,
these precious hours
A round of precious hours
Oh! here, where in that summer noon I basked
And strove, with logic frailer than the flowers
("A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night")
In the still of the night,
in the world's ancient light
Where wisdom grows up in strife
There is a wisdom that grows up in strife
Well, the moon gives light
and it shines by night
When I scarcely feel the glow
Still stealing on with pace so slow
Yourself will scarcely feel the glow
("Two Portraits")
You come to my eyes
like a vision from the skies
A strange far look would come into his eyes
As if he saw a vision in the skies.
("A Vision of Poesy - Part 01")
Things I never meant nor wished to say Things which you neither meant nor wished to say
("Sonnet 13")
Tomorrow keeps turning around To-morrow I will turn it round and round
("A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night")

Beyond The Horizon

My memories are drowning
In mortal bliss
Which drowned the memories of the time
In a merely mortal bliss!
("Our Willie")
In the long hours of twilight
'neath the stardust above
In the long hours of twilight, when the breeze
Talked in low tones along the woodland rills,
Or the loud North its stormy minstrelsies
Blent with wild noises from the distant hills
("A Vision of Poesy Part I")
The bells of St. Mary,
how sweetly they chime
And o'er the city sinks and swells
The chime of old St. Mary's bells

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."

Workingman's Blues #2

"In the dark I hear the night birds call
I can feel a lover's breath
I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall
Sleep is like a temporary death"
You will perceive that in the breast
The germs of many virtues rest,
Which, ere they feel a lover's breath,
Lie in a temporary death"
("Two Portraits")
Old memories of you to me have clung "O mother! somewhere on this lovely earth
I lived, and understood that mystic tongue,
But, for some reason, to my second birth
Only the dullest memories have clung,
Like that fair tree that even while blossomin"
("A Vision Of Poesy - Part 1")

Rollin' and Tumblin'

The landscape is glowin',
gleamin' in the golden light of day
To the remotest point of sight,
Although I gaze upon no waste of snow,
The endless field is white;
And the whole landscape glows
("The Cotton Boll")
"The night is filled with shadows,
the years are filled with early doom
I've been conjuring up all these long dead souls
from their crumblin' tombs"
By that sweet grave, in that dark room,
We may weave at will for each others ear,
Of that life, and that love, and that early doom,
The tale which is shadowed here
("Our Willie")

Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum (from "Love And Theft")

Well a childish dream is a deathless need A childish dream is now a deathless need
("A Vision of Poesy - Part 01")
They walk among the stately trees
They know the secrets of the breeze
And high and hushed arose the stately trees,
Yet shut within themselves, like dungeons, where
Lay fettered all the secrets of the breeze
("A Vision of Poesy - Part 01")

'Cross The Green Mountain" (from the Gods And Generals soundtrack)

Along the dim Atlantic line
The ravaged land lies for miles behind
But still, along yon dim Atlantic line
The only hostile smoke
Creeps like a harmless mist above the brine
From some frail, floating oak.