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 ...
Two years have elapsed since the verse of S. W. Met your bright eyes like a fanciful gem;With that kind of ...
In the upper circles Moves a famous manWho has had no equal Since the world began.He was once a broker Down by the ...
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 ...
Unseal the city fountains, And let the waters flowIn coolness from the mountains Unto the plains below.My brain is parched and erring, The ...
They come!--Be firm--in silence rally!The long-knives our retreat have found!Hark!--their tramp is in the valley,And they hem the forest round!The ...
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 ...
Once in a time old Johnny Bull Flew in a raging fury,And swore that Jonathan should have No trials, sir, by jury;That ...
Why dost thou come at set of sun,Those pensive words to say?Why whip poor Will?--What has he done?And who is ...
"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 wing of my spirit is broken, My day-star of hope has declined;For a month not a word have I spoken That's ...
Gushing from this living fountain,Music pours a falling strain,As the goddess of the mountainComes with all her sparkling train.From her ...
Beside a cottage-door, Sang Ella at her wheel;Ruthven rode o'er the moor, Down at her feet to kneel:A spotted palfrey gay Came ambling ...
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 ...
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 ...
The shades of evening closed around The boundless prairies of the west,As, grouped in sadness on the ground, A band of pilgrims ...
Ho! brothers--come hither and list to my story-- Merry and brief will the narrative be.Here, like a monarch, I reign in ...
I clasp your hand in mine, Willie, And fancy I've the artTo see, while gazing in your face, What's passing in your ...
O Love! the mischief thou hast done!Thou god of pleasure and of pain!--None can escape thee--yes there's one--All others find ...
OLD Ironsides at anchor lay, In the harbor of Mahon;A dead calm rested on the bay — The waves to sleep had ...
On old Long Island's sea-girt shore We caught a cod the other day;He never had been there before, And wished that he ...
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 ...
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 ...
I'm the Iron Needle-Woman! Wrought of sterner stuff than clay;And, unlike the drudges human, Never weary night or day;Never shedding tears of ...
Old Ironsides at anchor lay,In the harbor of Mahon;A dead calm rested on the bay--The waves to sleep had gone;When ...
The pride of all our chivalry, The name of Worth will stand,While throbs the pulse of liberty Within his native land:The wreath ...
One balmy summer night, Mary, Just as the risen moonHad thrown aside her fleecy veil, We left the gay saloon;And in a ...
An ivy-mantled cottage smiled, Deep-wooded near a streamlet's side,Where dwelt the village-pastor's child, In all her maiden bloom and pride.Proud suitors paid ...
Old Cotton is king, boys--aha! With his locks so fleecy and white!He shines among kings like a star! And his is the ...
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