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 ...
Why dost thou come at set of sun,Those pensive words to say?Why whip poor Will?--What has he done?And who is ...
I've had the heart-ache many times,At the mere mention of a nameI've never woven in my rhymes,Though from it inspiration ...
The shades of evening closed around The boundless prairies of the west,As, grouped in sadness on the ground, A band of pilgrims ...
He.What can a man do when a woman's perverse,And determined to have her own way? She.At the altar you took me ...
The pride of all our chivalry, The name of Worth will stand,While throbs the pulse of liberty Within his native land:The wreath ...
"Man dieth and wasteth away, And where is he?"--Hark! from the skiesI hear a voice answer and say, "The spirit of man ...
UP, UP WITH THE SIGNAL!--The land is in sight!We'll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night!The cold cheerless ocean in ...
I never have been false to thee!-- The heart I gave thee still is thine;Though thou hast been untrue to me, And ...
The spring-time of love Is both happy and gay,For joy sprinkles blossoms And balm in our way;The sky, earth, and ocean, In beauty ...
Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago!--Where the rock threw back the billow Brighter than snow--Dwelt a maid, beloved ...
A rock in the wilderness welcomed our sires, From bondage far over the dark-rolling sea;On that holy altar they kindled the ...
We were boys together,And never can forgetThe school-house near the heather,In childhood where we met;The humble home to memory dear,Its ...
The sword of the hero! The staff of the sage!Whose valor and wisdom Are stamped on the age!Time-hallowed mementos Of those who have ...
My lady hath as soft a handAs any queen in fairy-land;And, hidden in her tiny boot,As dainty and as light ...
Near the banks of that lone river, Where the water-lilies grow,Breathed the fairest flower that ever Bloomed and faded years ago.Now we ...
To me the world's an open bookOf sweet and pleasant poetry;I read it in the running brookThat sings its way ...
Upon the couch of death, The champion of the free,Gave, with his parting breath, This solemn legacy:--"Sheathed be the battle-blade, "And hushed the ...
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