The Portrait (John Pierpont Poems)
Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, restOn the proud oak, in vernal honors drest,When sultry gales, that to his ...
Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, restOn the proud oak, in vernal honors drest,When sultry gales, that to his ...
Years roll along; and, as they glide awayIn silent lapse, on every New-Year's day'T is claimed by custom that we ...
There was, some eighteen years or more ago,A young man, a parishioner of mine,Whose name was Willard. There are Willards ...
Friend of my dark and solitary hour,When spectres walk abroad, and ghosts have power,To thee I look to dissipate the ...
Servants of God most high,Who on his word rely,By ancient seers and holy prophets spoken—That all the chains that gallThe ...
Wake! wake! friends of your kind!There's a Demon, a Demon, abroad!Ye'll scent him in every breath of the wind;—Around him ...
He sleeps in peace! Death's cold eclipseHis radiant eyes hath shrouded o'er,And slander's poison, from the lipsOf woman, on his ...
Thou, who on the whirlwind ridest,At whose word the thunder roars,Who, in majesty, presidestO'er the oceans and their shores;From those ...
'Tis but a drop" the father said,And gave it to his son;But little did he think a workOf death was ...
The fatherless and widow, Lord,Find hope and comfort in this word,Which in thy Holy Book they see,—"Leave all thy fatherless ...
His falchion flashed along the Nile;—His hosts he led through Alpine snows;—O'er Moscow's towers, that shook the while,His eagle flag ...
When thy Son, O God, was sleeping,In death's rocky prison bound,When his faithful ones were weeping,And the guards were watching ...
"The Plague! the Plague! bring out your dead."Through all the land the cryRang shrilly forth. "We bring our dead!"Was murmured ...
Faint, bleeding, of his robes bereft,"Ready to perish" by the way,'Mid craggy wilds by robbers left,A lonely Jewish traveller lay.A ...
Speed, speed the temperance ship!Ye winds fill every sail,Behold her on the deep,Outriding every gale,The tempest's fury she out-braves,And hosts ...
Break ye the bread, and pour the wine,As ye have seen your Master do;This body and this blood of mineIs ...
Stretch'd on a heap of straw—his bed!—The dying drunkard lies;His joyless wife supports his head,And to console him tries:His weeping ...
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