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  • This is the first complete and thoroughly researched study of the poets life. Though often neglected today, South Carolinian Henry Timrod (1828-1867) ranks with Poe and Lanier as the finest of nineteenth-century Southern poets. DOWNLOAD NOW » Author: Walter Brian Cisco. Publisher: Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press. ISBN: 0838640419
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