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 ...
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,How glad should I have been,Could I, in my lone wanderings,Thine aged walls have seen!—Could I have gazed upon ...
Ho! children of the granite hillsThat bristle with the hackmatack,And sparkle with the crystal rillsThat hurry toward the Merrimack,Dam up ...
I saw her mother's eye of loveAs gently on her rest,As falls the light of evening's sunUpon a lily's breast.And ...
Hark! 'tis the children of Washington, pouringThe full tide of song to the conqueror's praise,Whose brows our young eagle, triumphantly ...
Knowledge and Virtue! sister powers,Who guard and grace a Christian state,Better than bulwarks, walls, or towers,To you this hall we ...
How dear to my heart are the days of my childhood,When fond recollection presents to my viewThe orchard, the meadow, ...
Thou sparkling bowl! thou sparkling bowl!Though lips of bards thy brim may press,And eyes of beauty o'er thee roll,And song ...
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 ...
Break forth in song, ye trees,As, through your tops, the breezeSweeps from the sea!For, on its rushing wings,To your cool ...
Break forth in song, ye trees!As through your tops the breezeSweeps from the sea!For, on its rushing wings,To your cool ...
Stranger, there is bending o'er theeMany an eye with sorrow wet;All our stricken hearts deplore thee;Who, that knew thee, can ...
O'er Kedron's stream, and Salem's height.And Olivet's brown steep,Moves the majestic queen of night,And throws from heaven her silver light,And ...
O'er Kedron's stream, and Salem's height,And Olivet's brown steep,Rolls the majestic queen of night,And showers from heaven her silver light,And ...
"O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me;nevertheless, not as I will, but as thou ...
My country! 'tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty—Of thee I sing,Land where my fathers died;Land of the pilgrim's pride;From every ...
To Thee, O God, in humble trust,Our hearts their grateful incense burnFor this thy word, "Thou art of dust,And unto ...
We ask not that the slave should lie,As lies his master, at his ease,Beneath a silken canopy,Or in the shade ...
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