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 ...
Two years have elapsed since the verse of S. W. Met your bright eyes like a fanciful gem;With that kind of ...
Nay, Mr. Simpson!--'Tis not kind--polite--To shut me out, sir?--I'm in such a fright!--I can not speak the lines, I'm sure!--Oh, ...
What gay assemblage greets my wondering sight!What scene of splendor--conjured here to-night!What voices murmur, and what glances gleam!Sure 'tis some ...
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 ...
One balmy summer night, Mary, Just as the risen moonHad thrown aside her fleecy veil, We left the gay saloon;And in a ...
How sweet the cadence of his lyre! What melody of words!They strike a pulse within the heart Like songs of forest-birds,Or tinkling ...
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