The Maid Of Saxony; Or, Who’s The Traitor? – Act II (George Pope Morris Poems)
Scene I.Discovered. The stage represents a large apartment without the usual side-entrances. On the left hand is a row of long, old-fashioned ...
Scene I.Discovered. The stage represents a large apartment without the usual side-entrances. On the left hand is a row of long, old-fashioned ...
I. This tranquil Sabbath morn hath hushed the earth Into unwonted calm. The clear pale hills Lie beneath level lines of sunny clouds, Walling ...
YOU request me, my friend, on true courage to write;Yet do you reflect, that whilst I indite,Or attempt to explain ...
Wilful we are in our infirmityOf childish questioning and discontent.Whate'er befalls us is divinely meant--Thou Truth the clearer for thy ...
OH, this is a song of the old lights, that came to my heart like a hymn;And this is a ...
Argument.-the poet starts from the bowling green to take his sweetheart up to Thompson's for an ice, or (if she ...
ALL singers have shadows That follow like fears, But I know a singer Who never saw tears; A gay love-a ...
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from whereit comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has ...
Thou art my lute, by thee I sing,-- My being is attuned to thee. Thou settest all my words a-wing, And meltest me ...
SIGH not for love,-the ways of love are dark! Sweet Child, hold up the hollow of your hand And catch the sparks ...
YOUR gracious words steal o'er like the breezeThat blows from far-off southland isles benign,--All steeped in perfume, sweet as fairy ...
THE MOTHER.There was a worthy, but a simple Pair,Who nursed a Daughter, fairest of the fair:Sons they had lost, and ...
IN the sleepy forest where the bluebells Smouldered dimly through the night, Dermuid saw the leaves like glad green waters ...
Not I myself know all my love for thee:How should I reach so far, who cannot weighTo-morrow's dower by gage ...
O JOY of creation, To be! O rapture, to fly And be free! Be the battle lost or won, Though ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
SOMETIMES with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think ...
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend ...
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
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