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 ...
There was, some eighteen years or more ago,A young man, a parishioner of mine,Whose name was Willard. There are Willards ...
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 ...
Hark! 'tis the children of Washington, pouringThe full tide of song to the conqueror's praise,Whose brows our young eagle, triumphantly ...
Servants of God most high,Who on his word rely,By ancient seers and holy prophets spoken—That all the chains that gallThe ...
Is it his daily toil that wringsFrom the slave's bosom that deep sigh?Is it his niggard fare that bringsThe tear ...
Awake! awake! and take the pledge,Without a fear or doubt!'T will weave around your heart a hedge,To keep the demon ...
Dash to the floor that bowl!Dare not its sweets to sip!There's peril to the soul,If once it touch the lip.Why ...
'Tis but a drop" the father said,And gave it to his son;But little did he think a workOf death was ...
Fill a bumper of water that's pure from the spring,Bright sparkling and clear as the glass,And with rapture the joyous ...
When thy Son, O God, was sleeping,In death's rocky prison bound,When his faithful ones were weeping,And the guards were watching ...
How long, O God, how longMust thy pure eyes beholdThis fair world blasted by the wrong,Man does to man for ...
To Thee, beneath whose eyeEach circling centuryObedient rolls,Our nation, in its prime,Looked with a faith sublime,And trusted, in "the timeThat ...
Before thy throne we boast the nameOf Freemen:—God, thy frown is just.Immortals, break your bonds of shame!Arise, inebriates, from the ...
With trump, and pipe, and viol chords,And song, the full assembly bringsIts tribute to the Lord of lords,Its homage to ...
Oh! what are the pangs that result from excess,In quaffing the juice of the vine;Tho' the bosom may feel them ...
Farewell to the cup, we have tarried too long,Where the juice of the grape adds its witch'ry to song.And the ...
Drink of this cup! 'tis that which erstOur pilgrim fathers quaffed,When here they raised their dwellings first:There 's safety in ...
O, not for thee weep;—we weepFor her, whose lone and long caress,And widow's tears, from fountains deep,Fall on the early ...
When first I saw the gleaming crestOf temp'rance's silver star,I watch'd it, till its radiance blestIllum'd the world afar:It rose ...
Strike from that laborer's limbs his chain!In the fierce sun the iron burns!By night, it fills his dreams with pain;By ...
The drink that's in the drunkard's bowlIs not the drink for me,It kills his body and his soul,How sad a ...
Father of lights! we bless each rayShot from thy throne to lead the blind;With song we hail the holy dayThat's ...
When in the light of faith divineWe look on things below,Honor, and gold, and sensual joy,How vain and dang'rous too.The ...
We praise thee—if one rescued soul,While the past year prolonged its flight,Turned shuddering, from the poisonous bowl,To health, and liberty, ...
How long, O God, how longMust thy pure eyes beholdThis fair world blasted by the wrong,Man does to man for ...
Stretch'd on a heap of straw—his bed!—The dying drunkard lies;His joyless wife supports his head,And to console him tries:His weeping ...
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