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 ...
Friend of my dark and solitary hour,When spectres walk abroad, and ghosts have power,To thee I look to dissipate the ...
They are all gone, but one.—A daughter and a sonWere, from my parents, early taken away;And my own childhood's joyWas ...
I cannot make him dead! His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study-chair; Yet, when my eyes, now ...
Come join the Washingtonians,Ye young men bold and strong,And with a proud and cheerful zeal,Come, help the cause along.O that ...
Weary travellers are we,And our word is briefly spoken;We must lean on charity,For our "stay and staff" is broken.We are ...
Awake! awake! and take the pledge,Without a fear or doubt!'T will weave around your heart a hedge,To keep the demon ...
Fill a bumper of water that's pure from the spring,Bright sparkling and clear as the glass,And with rapture the joyous ...
With patriotic glee,Columbia's jubileeOnce more we hail:Let nothing damp our joys—The Temp'rance pledge destroysThe last foe that annoys.—Quail, monster, quail!To ...
Tossed on the billows of the main,And doomed from zone to zone to roam,The seaman toiled for others' gain,But, for ...
Faint, bleeding, of his robes bereft,"Ready to perish" by the way,'Mid craggy wilds by robbers left,A lonely Jewish traveller lay.A ...
A health to dear woman! she bids us untwineFrom the cup it encircles the fast-clinging vine:But her cheek in its ...
"And when they had sung a hymn, they went out into the Mount of Olives."—Matth. xxvi. 30.There's something sweet in ...
Sons of Liberty, arise!Who your country's glory prize,Spread your banner to the skies!Wake from apathy!Join the Washingtonian Band,Firmly to your ...
When in the light of faith divineWe look on things below,Honor, and gold, and sensual joy,How vain and dang'rous too.The ...
O! shun the bowl—as thou wouldst leaveThe poison'd spot where reptiles crawl;Lest widow'd hearts for thee should grieve—For thee untimely ...
To Thee, O God, in humble trust,Our hearts their grateful incense burnFor this thy word, "Thou art of dust,And unto ...
Welcome, brothers, welcome here!Cheerful are our hearts to-day,Tell us, we would gladly hear,How our cause speeds on its way.Brothers, then ...
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