George Pope Morris Poems on Joy & Excitement (26 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 →

Address For The Benefit Of James Sheridan Knowles. (George Pope Morris Poems)

Nay, Mr. Simpson!–’Tis not kind–polite–To shut me out, sir?–I’m in such a fright!–I can not speak the lines, I’m sure!–Oh, fie!To say I must!–but if I must–I’ll try! From him I turn to these more generous soulsThe drama’s patrons and … Continue reading →

The Dream Of Love. (George Pope Morris Poems)

I’ve had the heart-ache many times,At the mere mention of a nameI’ve never woven in my rhymes,Though from it inspiration came.It is in truth a holy thing,Life-cherished from the world apart–A dove that never tries its wing,But broods and nestles … Continue reading →

Rosabel. (George Pope Morris Poems)

I miss thee from my side, beloved, I miss thee from my side;And wearily and drearily Flows Time’s resistless tide.The world, and all its fleeting joys, To me are worse than vain,Until I clasp thee to my heart, Beloved one, again. The wildwood and … Continue reading →

Willie. (George Pope Morris Poems)

I clasp your hand in mine, Willie, And fancy I’ve the artTo see, while gazing in your face, What’s passing in your heart:‘Tis joy an honest man to hold, That gem of modest worth,More prized than all the sordid gold Of all the mines … Continue reading →

A Leap For Life (George Pope Morris Poems)

OLD Ironsides at anchor lay, In the harbor of Mahon;A dead calm rested on the bay — The waves to sleep had gone;When little Jack, the captain’s son, With gallant hardihood,Climbed shroud and spar — and then upon The main-truck rose and stood! A … Continue reading →

Song Of The Sewing-Machine (George Pope Morris Poems)

I’m the Iron Needle-Woman! Wrought of sterner stuff than clay;And, unlike the drudges human, Never weary night or day;Never shedding tears of sorrow, Never mourning friends untrue,Never caring for the morrow, Never begging work to do. Poverty brings no disaster! Merrily I glide along,For no … Continue reading →

The Main-Truck; Or, A Leap For Life (George Pope Morris Poems)

Old Ironsides at anchor lay,In the harbor of Mahon;A dead calm rested on the bay–The waves to sleep had gone;When little Jack, the captain’s son,With gallant hardihood,Climbed shroud and spar–and then uponThe main-truck rose and stood! A shudder ran through … Continue reading →

King Cotton. (George Pope Morris Poems)

Old Cotton is king, boys–aha! With his locks so fleecy and white!He shines among kings like a star! And his is the sceptre of right, Boys, of right, And his is the sceptre of right! Old Cotton, the king, has no care, No queen, and … Continue reading →