George Pope Morris Poems on Fairness (18 Poems)

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 windows, with painting-screens so arranged as to let the light fall obliquely on the tables beneath; at which the FACTORY GIRLS … Continue reading →

New-York in 1826. (George Pope Morris Poems)

Two years have elapsed since the verse of S. W. Met your bright eyes like a fanciful gem;With that kind of stanza the muse will now trouble you, She often frolicks with one G. P. M.As New Year approaches, she whispers of … Continue reading →

The Millionaire. (George Pope Morris Poems)

In the upper circles Moves a famous manWho has had no equal Since the world began.He was once a broker Down by the exchange;He is now a nabob– Don’t you think it strange? In his low back office, Near the Bowling Green,With his brother brokers He … Continue reading →

The Origin Of Yankee Doodle. (George Pope Morris Poems)

Once in a time old Johnny Bull Flew in a raging fury,And swore that Jonathan should have No trials, sir, by jury;That no elections should be held Across the briny waters:“And now,” said he, “I’ll tax the tea Of all his sons and daughters.”Then … Continue reading →

The Croton Ode. (George Pope Morris Poems)

Gushing from this living fountain,Music pours a falling strain,As the goddess of the mountainComes with all her sparkling train.From her grotto-springs advancing,Glittering in her feathery spray,Woodland fays beside her dancing,She pursues her winding way. Gently o’er the rippling water,In her … Continue reading →

Lines After The Manner Of The Olden Time. (George Pope Morris Poems)

O Love! the mischief thou hast done!Thou god of pleasure and of pain!–None can escape thee–yes there’s one–All others find the effort vain:Thou cause of all my smiles and tears!Thou blight and bloom of all my years! Love bathes him … Continue reading →

Land-Ho! (George Pope Morris Poems)

UP, UP WITH THE SIGNAL!–The land is in sight!We’ll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night!The cold cheerless ocean in safety we’ve passed,And the warm genial earth glads our vision at last.In the land of the stranger true hearts we … Continue reading →

Song Of The Troubadour. (George Pope Morris Poems)

“Come, list to the lay of the olden time,” A troubadour sang on a moonlit stream:“The scene is laid in a foreign clime, ”A century back–and love is the theme.”Love was the theme of the troubadour’s rhyme,Of lady and lord of the … Continue reading →

Bessy Bell. (George Pope Morris Poems)

When life looks drear and lonely, love, And pleasant fancies flee,Then will the Muses only, love, Bestow a thought on me!Mine is a harp which Pleasure, love, To waken strives in vain;To Joy’s entrancing measure, love, It ne’er can thrill again!– Why mock me, Bessy … Continue reading →

Rhyme And Reason: An Apologue (George Pope Morris Poems)

Two children of the olden time In Flora’s primrose season,Were born. The name of one was Rhyme That of the other Reason.And both were beautiful and fair,And pure as mountain stream and air. As the boys together grew, Happy fled their hours–Grief or care … Continue reading →