The Portrait (John Pierpont Poems)
Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, restOn the proud oak, in vernal honors drest,When sultry gales, that to his ...
Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, restOn the proud oak, in vernal honors drest,When sultry gales, that to his ...
Years roll along; and, as they glide awayIn silent lapse, on every New-Year's day'T is claimed by custom that we ...
The Pilgrim Fathers,—where are they?—The waves that brought them o'erStill roll in the bay, and throw their sprayAs they break ...
Hark! 'tis the children of Washington, pouringThe full tide of song to the conqueror's praise,Whose brows our young eagle, triumphantly ...
On the birth-day of Time, the young monarch of lightWith his beams waked from slumber the virgin creation;—So, dispelling the ...
Luff up, boys! clew up, and furl every sail;Clear the cables—let all fly, and clew;Though rocks are a-lee, she will ...
When the trump of FameLoud sounding Freedom's call, Freedom's call,Bids in Freedom's name,To fight or bravely fall, bravely fall,Bold the ...
Come all ye young teetotallers—Come with us while we goTo fight with old king Alcohol,A brave and mortal foe.Then rouse, ...
Long, in a nameless grave,Bones of the true and brave!Have ye reposed.This day, our hands have dressed,This day, our prayers ...
To Thee, beneath whose eyeEach circling centuryObedient rolls,Our nation, in its prime,Looked with a faith sublime,And trusted, in "the timeThat ...
O, is not this a holy spot!'T is the high place of Freedom's birth!God of our fathers! is it notThe ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories