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 ...
George Pope Morris Poems on Light (15 Poems)
New-York in 1826. (George Pope Morris Poems)
Two years have elapsed since the verse of S. W. Met your bright eyes like a fanciful gem;With that kind of ...
To My Absent Daughter. (George Pope Morris Poems)
Georgie, come home!--Life's tendrils cling about thee, Where'er thou art, by wayward fancy led.We miss thee, love!--Home is not home without ...
Mary. (George Pope Morris Poems)
One balmy summer night, Mary, Just as the risen moonHad thrown aside her fleecy veil, We left the gay saloon;And in a ...
Funeral Hymn. (George Pope Morris Poems)
"Man dieth and wasteth away, And where is he?"--Hark! from the skiesI hear a voice answer and say, "The spirit of man ...
Oh, Would That She Were Here! (George Pope Morris Poems)
Oh, would that she were here,These hills and dales among,Where vocal groves are gayly mockedBy Echo's airy tongue:Where jocund nature ...
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 ...
Boat-Song. (George Pope Morris Poems)
Pull away merrily--over the waters! Bend to your oars for the wood-tangled shore;We're off and afloat with earth's loveliest daughters, Worth all ...
Wearies My Love? (George Pope Morris Poems)
Wearies my love of my letters?Does she my silence command?Sunders she Love's rosy fettersAs though they were woven of sand?Tires ...
Lisette. (George Pope Morris Poems)
When Love in myrtle shades reposed,His bow and darts behind him slung;As dewey twilight round him closed,Lisette these numbers sung:"O ...
St. Agnes’ Shrine. (George Pope Morris Poems)
While before St. Agnes' shrineKnelt a true knight's lady-love,From the wars of PalestineCame a gentle carrier-dove.Round his neck a Silken ...
My Lady Waits For Me. (George Pope Morris Poems)
My lady waits!--'Tis now the hour When morn unbars her gates!--My vessel glides beneath the tower Where now my lady waits.Her signal ...
Venetian Serenade. (George Pope Morris Poems)
Come, come to me, love! Come, love!--AriseAnd shame the bright stars With the light of thine eyes;Look out from thy lattice-- Oh, lady-bird, ...
The Star Of Love. (George Pope Morris Poems)
The star of love now shines above, Cool zephyrs crisp the sea;Among the leaves the wind-harp weaves Its serenade for thee.The star, ...
Poetry. (George Pope Morris Poems)
To me the world's an open bookOf sweet and pleasant poetry;I read it in the running brookThat sings its way ...