The Pastor’s Daughter. (George Pope Morris Poems)
An ivy-mantled cottage smiled, Deep-wooded near a streamlet's side,Where dwelt the village-pastor's child, In all her maiden bloom and pride.Proud suitors paid ...
An ivy-mantled cottage smiled, Deep-wooded near a streamlet's side,Where dwelt the village-pastor's child, In all her maiden bloom and pride.Proud suitors paid ...
_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewellTo all the follies which in Europe dwell;To Eastern India now, a richer ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
Scene I"Discontent"LAURENCE RABY.Laurence:I said to young Allan M'Ilveray, Beside the swift swirls of the North,When, in lilac shot through with ...
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
There was a slave, who, born to days unbless'd,Drew from his parent blood the hard decreeOf ceaseless and unwilling servitude.His ...
An Incident of the French Revolution.THE light lay trembling in a silver bar Along the western borders of the ...
Aye, call it murder is ye will! 'Tis not the crime I fear.If his cold curse would but lie still ...
SUFFER the little ones to come to Me,"Forbid them not," the Saviour said: and we,Remembering His words, sure comfort takeThat ...
I. Silence! coeval with Eternity;Thou wert, ere Nature's-self began to be,'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in ...
Fear not! For unto you is born a Child,In David's city Christ the Lord is born!(And babes today, Life's heritage ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love, And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove Too subtle: Foole, thou ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
Weak is the sophistry, and vain the art That whispers patience to the mind's despair! That bids reflection bathe the ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
This, no song of an ingénue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever ...
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