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 ...
To the Emerald Isle, where our kindred are dwelling,And where the remains of our forefathers sleep,Our eyes turn to-day, with ...
How dear to my heart are the days of my childhood,When fond recollection presents to my viewThe orchard, the meadow, ...
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 ...
When in the light of faith divineWe look on things below,Honor, and gold, and sensual joy,How vain and dang'rous too.The ...
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