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 ...
Reft of thy sons, amid thy foes forlorn,Mourn, widow'd Queen, forgotten Sion, mourn!Is this thy place, sad city, this thy ...
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,Awhile my idle strain attend:Not with the days of early Greece,I mean to ope ...
ON Kilda's rock a man of pensive mien,Sat thoughtful, gazing on the restless deep,And as he mark'd with what a ...
When I and all those that hear me shall have gone to our last home, andwhen the mould may have ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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