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 ...
Friend of my dark and solitary hour,When spectres walk abroad, and ghosts have power,To thee I look to dissipate the ...
How sadly hath this Sabbath day,O God, been spent by me,Cribbed close beneath a narrow deck,Washed by the frequent sea,An ...
They are all gone, but one.—A daughter and a sonWere, from my parents, early taken away;And my own childhood's joyWas ...
The Liberty Bell—the Liberty Bell—The Tocsin of Freedom and Slavery's knell,That a whole long year has idle hung,Again is wagging ...
Shall that old chamber be forgot,Where first the light divineShone on our infant Sunday School,So pleasant, but lang syne?'T was ...
Wake! wake! friends of your kind!There's a Demon, a Demon, abroad!Ye'll scent him in every breath of the wind;—Around him ...
Weary travellers are we,And our word is briefly spoken;We must lean on charity,For our "stay and staff" is broken.We are ...
On the birth-day of Time, the young monarch of lightWith his beams waked from slumber the virgin creation;—So, dispelling the ...
Shall e'er cold water be forgot,When we sit down to dine?O no, my friends, for is it notPour'd out by ...
Fill a bumper of water that's pure from the spring,Bright sparkling and clear as the glass,And with rapture the joyous ...
Stranger, there is bending o'er theeMany an eye with sorrow wet;All our stricken hearts deplore thee;Who, that knew thee, can ...
"And when they had sung a hymn, they went out into the Mount of Olives."—Matth. xxvi. 30.There's something sweet in ...
Oh! what are the pangs that result from excess,In quaffing the juice of the vine;Tho' the bosom may feel them ...
O, not for thee weep;—we weepFor her, whose lone and long caress,And widow's tears, from fountains deep,Fall on the early ...
Be days of drinking wine forgot,Let water goblets shine—And from your memory ever blotThe days of drinking wine.Those days of ...
Speed, speed the temperance ship!Ye winds fill every sail,Behold her on the deep,Outriding every gale,The tempest's fury she out-braves,And hosts ...
Father of lights! we bless each rayShot from thy throne to lead the blind;With song we hail the holy dayThat's ...
Drink, friends, drink deep—the moon is high;Drink, and forget your care—The sultry summer suns are nigh—Drink, and your strength repair;The ...
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