John Pierpont Poems on Sense & Perception (17 Poems)

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 arms repair,Are cooled and freshened, while they linger there;Than when his fading robes are seared, and castOn the cold mercy … Continue reading →

News-Carrier (John Pierpont Poems)

Years roll along; and, as they glide awayIn silent lapse, on every New-Year’s day‘T is claimed by custom that we carriers sing;And thus the tribute of the Muse we bring.Not that the strain with classic smoothness flows,Nor that the same … Continue reading →

The Gag (John Pierpont Poems)

Ho! children of the granite hillsThat bristle with the hackmatack,And sparkle with the crystal rillsThat hurry toward the Merrimack,Dam up those rills!—for, while they run,They all rebuke your Atherton. Dam up those rills!—they flow so freeO’er icy slope, o’er beetling … Continue reading →

Sunday Morning At Cambridge (John Pierpont Poems)

It had rained in the night; but the morning’s birthWas as calm and still as even;The heralds of day were awake in their mirth,For the sun in his glory was coming to earth,And the mists had gone to heaven.The winds … Continue reading →

Awake, Awake, Take The Pledge (John Pierpont Poems)

Awake! awake! and take the pledge,Without a fear or doubt!‘T will weave around your heart a hedge,To keep the demon out;‘T will wake a thrill of heavenly joyIn her who weeps at home;And laughing girl and prattling boyWill smile to … Continue reading →

Water!–Oh! Water For Me (John Pierpont Poems)

Oh! water for me—bright water for me!And wine for the tremulous debauchee!It cooleth the brow, it cooleth the brain,It maketh the faint one strong again;It comes o’er the sense like a breeze from the sea:All freshness, like infant purity. Oh … Continue reading →

Hymns and Odes for Temperance Occasions III (John Pierpont Poems)

Thou sparkling bowl! thou sparkling bowl!Though lips of bards thy brim may press,And eyes of beauty o’er thee roll,And song and dance thy power confess,I will not touch thee; for there clingsA scorpion to thy side, that stings! Thou crystal … Continue reading →

T ‘is But A Drop (John Pierpont Poems)

‘Tis but a drop” the father said,And gave it to his son;But little did he think a workOf death was then begun.The “drop” that lured him when the babeScarce lisped his father’s name,Planted a fatal appetiteDeep in his infant frame. … Continue reading →

For The Album of Miss Mary G. M– (John Pierpont Poems)

Mary, never on these pagesLet there be a single line,Be it beau’s, or bard’s, or sage’s,That shall aught unholy speak,Or blot the paper’s virgin cheek,Or bring a blush o’er thine. Let no hand,—or friend’s or lover’s,—Ever, from wit’s sparkling mineCall, … Continue reading →

Memory Of The Past (John Pierpont Poems)

Can we forget the gloomy time,When Bacchus ruled the day,—When dissipation, sloth and crime,Bore undisputed sway?The time—the time—the gloomy timeThe time has passed away,When dissipation, sloth, and crime,Bore undisputed sway. Can we forget the tender wives,Who found an early tomb?For, … Continue reading →