George Pope Morris Poems (144 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
Address For The Benefit Of Henry Placide. (George Pope Morris Poems)
The music’s done. Be quiet, Mr. Durie!Your bell and whistle put me in a fury!Don’t ring up yet, sir–I’ve a word to sayBefore the curtain rises for the play! Your pardon, gentlefolks, nor think me bold,Because I thus our worthy promoter … Continue reading
“The Dog-Star Rages.” (George Pope Morris Poems)
Unseal the city fountains, And let the waters flowIn coolness from the mountains Unto the plains below.My brain is parched and erring, The pavement hot and dry,And not a breath is stirring Beneath the burning sky. The belles have all departed– There does not linger … Continue reading
Fragment Of An Indian Poem. (George Pope Morris Poems)
They come!–Be firm–in silence rally!The long-knives our retreat have found!Hark!–their tramp is in the valley,And they hem the forest round!The burdened boughs with pale scouts quiver,The echoing hills tumultuous ring,While across the eddying riverTheir barks, like foaming war-steeds, spring!The blood-hounds … 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
Address For The Benefit Of William Dunlap. (George Pope Morris Poems)
What gay assemblage greets my wondering sight!What scene of splendor–conjured here to-night!What voices murmur, and what glances gleam!Sure ’tis some flattering unsubstantial dream.The house is crowded–everybody’s hereFor beauty famous, or to science dear;Doctors and lawyers, judges, belles, and beaux,Poets and … 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 Whip-Poor-Will. (George Pope Morris Poems)
Why dost thou come at set of sun,Those pensive words to say?Why whip poor Will?–What has he done?And who is Will, I pray? Why come from yon leaf-shaded hill,A suppliant at my door?–Why ask of me to whip poor Will?And … Continue reading
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