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 World (26 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 ...
The Millionaire. (George Pope Morris Poems)
In the upper circles Moves a famous manWho has had no equal Since the world began.He was once a broker Down by the ...
Address For The Benefit Of Henry Placide. (George Pope Morris Poems)
The music's done. Be quiet, Mr. Durie!Your bell and whistle put me in a fury!Don't ring up yet, sir--I've a word ...
The Whip-Poor-Will. (George Pope Morris Poems)
Why dost thou come at set of sun,Those pensive words to say?Why whip poor Will?--What has he done?And who is ...
The Deserted Bride (George Pope Morris Poems)
"Love me!--No.--He never loved me!"Else he'd sooner die than stainOne so fond as he has proved meWith the hollow world's ...
The Dismissed. (George Pope Morris Poems)
The wing of my spirit is broken, My day-star of hope has declined;For a month not a word have I spoken That's ...
The Dream Of Love. (George Pope Morris Poems)
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 ...
Rosabel. (George Pope Morris Poems)
I miss thee from my side, beloved, I miss thee from my side;And wearily and drearily Flows Time's resistless tide.The world, and ...
Life In The West. (George Pope Morris Poems)
Ho! brothers--come hither and list to my story-- Merry and brief will the narrative be.Here, like a monarch, I reign in ...
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 ...
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 ...
I’m With You Once Again. (George Pope Morris Poems)
I'm with you once again, my friends,No more my footsteps roam;Where it began my journey ends,Amid the scenes of home.No ...
Margaretta. (George Pope Morris Poems)
When I was in my teens,I loved dear Margaretta:I know not what it means,I can not now forget her!That vision ...
The Cottager’s Welcome. (George Pope Morris Poems)
Hard by I've a cottage that stands near the wood--A stream glides in peace at the door--Where all who will ...
We Part For Ever (George Pope Morris Poems)
Fare thee well--we part for ever! All regrets are now in vain!Fate decrees that we must sever, Ne'er to meet on earth ...
She Loved Him. (George Pope Morris Poems)
She loved him--but she heeded not-- Her heart had only room for pride:All other feelings were forgot, When she became another's bride.As ...
Union. (George Pope Morris Poems)
This word beyond all others, Makes us love our country most,Makes us feel that we are brothers, And a heart-united host!--With hosanna ...
The Ball-Room Belle. (George Pope Morris Poems)
The moon and all her starry train Were fading from the morning sky,When home the ball-room belle againReturned, with throbbing pulse ...
Love in Exile. (George Pope Morris Poems)
My heart I gave you with my hand, In brighter days than these,In that down-trodden father-land Beyond the distant seas,Where you were ...
The Beam Of Devotion. (George Pope Morris Poems)
I never could find a good reason Why sorrow unbidden should stay,And all the bright joys of life's season Be driven unheeded ...
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 ...
Nature’s Nobleman (George Pope Morris Poems)
When winter's cold and summer's heatShall come and go again,A hundred years will be completeSince Marion crossed the main,And brought ...
When Other Friends. (George Pope Morris Poems)
When other friends are round thee,And other hearts are thine--When other bays have crowned thee,More fresh and green than mine--Then ...
The Tyrant Sway. (George Pope Morris Poems)
The heart that owns thy tyrant sway, Whate'er its hopes may be,Is like a bark that drifts away Upon a shoreless sea!No ...
Welcome Home. (George Pope Morris Poems)
My Mary's voice!--It is the hourShe promised to be here:Taught by love's mysterious power,I know that she is near.I hear ...