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 ...
Unseal the city fountains, And let the waters flowIn coolness from the mountains Unto the plains below.My brain is parched and erring, The ...
I clasp your hand in mine, Willie, And fancy I've the artTo see, while gazing in your face, What's passing in your ...
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 ...
One balmy summer night, Mary, Just as the risen moonHad thrown aside her fleecy veil, We left the gay saloon;And in a ...
Oh, would that she were here,These hills and dales among,Where vocal groves are gayly mockedBy Echo's airy tongue:Where jocund nature ...
THIS book is all that 's left me now!Tears will unbidden start,-With faltering lip and throbbing browI press it to ...
WOODMAN, spare that tree!Touch not a single bough!In youth it sheltered me,And I'll protect it now.'Twas my forefather's handThat placed ...
Hard by I've a cottage that stands near the wood--A stream glides in peace at the door--Where all who will ...
Up the Hudson!--Fleetly gliding To our haunts among the trees!Joy the gallant vessel guiding With a fresh and cheerful breeze!Wives and dear ...
The fountains serenade the flowers, Upon their silver lute--And, nestled in their leafy bowers, The forest-birds are mute:The bright and glittering hosts ...
I know that thou art mine, my love, I know that thou art fair;And lovelier than the orange-flowers That bind thy glossy ...
She heard the fight was over, And won the wrath of fame!When tidings from her lover, With his good war-steed came:To guard ...
In the days that are gone, by this sweet-flowing water, Two lovers reclined in the shade of a tree;She was the ...
The wind-harp has music it moans to the tree,And so has the shell that complains to the sea,The lark that ...
Jeannie Marsh of Cherry Valley,At whose call the muses rally; Of all the nine none so divineAs Jeannie Marsh of Cherry ...
The morning is breaking-- The stag is away!The hounds and the hunters The signal obey!The horn bids the echoes Awake as we go,And ...
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, ...
To me the world's an open bookOf sweet and pleasant poetry;I read it in the running brookThat sings its way ...
Love can not be the aloe-tree, Whose bloom but once is seen;Go search the grove--the tree of love Is sure the evergreen:For ...
After life's eventful mission, In her truthfulness and worth,Like a calm and gentle vision She has passed away from earth.Lovely she in ...
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