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 ...
Hark! 'tis the children of Washington, pouringThe full tide of song to the conqueror's praise,Whose brows our young eagle, triumphantly ...
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 ...
Oh! water for me—bright water for me!And wine for the tremulous debauchee!It cooleth the brow, it cooleth the brain,It maketh ...
Fill a bumper of water that's pure from the spring,Bright sparkling and clear as the glass,And with rapture the joyous ...
We sing the praise of Water;Come, every son and daughterOf Freedom's land!With such a theme before us,With God's great shield ...
Oh! what are the pangs that result from excess,In quaffing the juice of the vine;Tho' the bosom may feel them ...
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