The Sweep’s Carol. (George Pope Morris Poems)
Through the streets of New York City, Blithely every morn,I carolled o'er my artless ditty, Cheerly though forlorn!Before the rosy light, my ...
Through the streets of New York City, Blithely every morn,I carolled o'er my artless ditty, Cheerly though forlorn!Before the rosy light, my ...
In the hour when the dew drops pearly,Shone on every tufted bough.Young Lucillius rising early,Blithely turned the shining plow.Soft the ...
Blithe was the song a little bird sangTo greet the new day at its dawning ;Pleased with its life, its ...
A few tossed thrushes saveThat carolled less than criedAgainst the dying raveAnd moan that never died,No bird sang then; no ...
Still, of her course, two hours had night to run; Yet, for departure so had all prepared; So the Egyptians, ...
Tom Hill was in the saddle,One bright November morn,The echoing glades of Guiting WoodWere ringing with his horn.The diamonds of ...
SMALL, fragile, and dark-eyed was Alan's mother, Of Highland blood; her solemn Saxon mate Had ne'er been able quite to ...
By love are blest the gods on high,Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given;'Tis love that ...
TO ARTEMIS. I.Most graceful Goddess! whether now thy feet Pursue the dun deer to their deep retreat In the heart ...
The King's son walks in the garden fair—Oh, the maiden's heart is merry!He little knows for his toil and care,That ...
Now the "rosy morn appearing" Floods with light the dazzled heaven;And the schoolboy groans on hearing That eternal clock strike ...
There's a little bird with a wondrous song-- A little bird that every one knows-- (Though it sings ...
Mabel stood by the garden gate Swinging her hat in a careless way; A frown on her face, a ...
The little song Virginia sings has such a happy ring! We always stop to listen when we hear the baby ...
What gars ye sing, said the herd-laddie,"What gars ye sing sae lood?""To tice them oot o' the yerd, laddie,The worms ...
THE DUSK of day's decline was hard on dark When evening trembled round thy glowworm lamp That shone ...
The Lady Poverty was fair:But she has lost her looks of late,With change of times and change of air.Ah slattern, ...
Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home -- As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune -- ...
By love are blest the gods on high, Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given; 'Tis ...
My garden robin in the Spring Was rapturous with glee, And followed me with wistful wing From pear to apple ...
Between the showers I went my way, The glistening street was bright with flowers; It seemed that March had turned ...
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