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 ...
Ho! children of the granite hillsThat bristle with the hackmatack,And sparkle with the crystal rillsThat hurry toward the Merrimack,Dam up ...
December 17, l807 - September 7, 1892THOU, too, hast left us. While with heads bowed low,And sorrowing hearts, we mourned ...
LIKE streamlets to a silent sea,These songs with varied motionFlow from bright fancy's uplands free,To Lethe's clouded ocean;They lapse in ...
The early lost I mourn, Ah, not the early dead;The early lost return, Young hope's fair blossom shed. Gone up like dust.Oh, deeper ...
MY dearest Sumpad, my beloved son,Flower of my heart and light of my sad eyes!The Turk hath snatched thee from ...
How saidst thou? — Pleasure: why, my life is pleasure: My days are pleasantness, my nights are peace: I drink of joys ...
Seven days accomplished,--unto Pharaoh's court The sons of Amram went; by Voice Divine Commanded; and, in presence of the king, ...
In that same moment when at Kohath's gate Paused the bright phantom--chariot,--to the eye Of Sethos, riding moodily alone, Appeared ...
While morning yet was young, within his hall Of justice Pharaoh sat: his princes, priests, Judges, and ministers, in costly ...
''Not with you to take counsel, Powers of heaven,-- For still that title ours,--in so great haste Hither have I ...
I.Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,From thy most meek disciple! Deign once moreEndure me at thy feet, enlighten ...
Because thou wast most delicate, A woman fair for men to see, The earth did compass thy estate, Thou didst ...
The king was lonely, the king was sad,Sad in his youth, when the world was glad:Sick at heart on his ...
Ah, well can I the day recall, when first The conflict fierce of love I felt, and said: If _this_ ...
Come there ever memories, Harold,Like a half remembered songFrom the time of gladness vanishedDown the distance, oh, so long!Come they ...
A WIND-SWEPT tulip-bed--a colored cloud Of butterflies careering in the air-- A many-figured arras stirred to life, And merry unto ...
O Peter, wherefore didst thou doubt?Indeed the spray flew fast about,But he was there whose walking footCould make the wandering ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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