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 ...
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 ...
He? why, a tall Franconian strong and young, Brown as a walnut the first frost hath hulled; A soul of full endeavor ...
ADDRESSED TO MY YOUNGER BROTHER. THOU knowest, dear Florence, my sufferings of old, The struggles maintained with oppression for years, We shared them ...
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
Who painted thy wings for a vision, a pageant of summer,Butterfly gay?Who made thee, thou hovering silence for ever at ...
The clear eye of morning was cloudless and blue,And the air was all fresh with the fragrance of dew,And the ...
He's about 22. I'm 63A pity! He's so pretty!He runs up the stairs.I climb step by step.We've never really met, ...
"Man hath sought out many inventions."The planets, forced by Nature's law,Within their orbits ceaseless roll,And man the lesson thence may ...
They loiter round the Dock that holds yon ShipShuddering at the dark pool's defiled lipFrom springing bows to foam-deriding stern;They ...
I mind they told me on a noisy hillI sat and disbelieved, and shook my head:"Impossible! Impossible! but stillthese other ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
ACT III. A cell in the Wartburg Monastery. Enter PRIOR PEPPERCORN with the casket.PRIOR.So! Glittering shell where doubtless shines concealedAn ...
Thou'rt bearing hence thy roses,Glad summer, fare thee well!Thou'rt singing thy last melodiesIn every wood and dell.But ere the golden ...
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam, Where the deer and the antelope play; ...
Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all The little lesser hills which compass thee, Thou standest, bright with April's buoyancy, Yet holding ...
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and ...
At dinner, she is hostess, I am host. Went the feast ever cheerfuller? She keeps The Topic over intellectual deeps ...
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