George Pope Morris
George Pope Morris (October 10, 1802 – July 6, 1864) was an American editor, poet, and songwriter.
With Nathaniel Parker Willis, he co-founded the daily New York Evening Mirror by merging his fledgling weekly New York Mirror with Willis's American Monthly in August 1831. Morris is credited with the longevity the Evening Mirror would enjoy and for giving it a wide scope, covering not ... more »
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George Pope Morris Poems
A monument to Washington? A tablet graven with his name?-- Green be the mound it stands upon, And everlasting as his fame!
The Main-Truck; Or, A Leap For Life
Old Ironsides at anchor lay, In the harbor of Mahon; A dead calm rested on the bay-- The waves to sleep had gone;
The Pastor's Daughter.
An ivy-mantled cottage smiled, Deep-wooded near a streamlet's side, Where dwelt the village-pastor's child, In all her maiden bloom and pride.
Woodman, Spare That Tree!
WOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Life In The West.
Ho! brothers--come hither and list to my story-- Merry and brief will the narrative be. Here, like a monarch, I reign in my glory--
The morning is breaking-- The stag is away! The hounds and the hunters The signal obey!
To My Absent Daughter.
Georgie, come home!--Life's tendrils cling about thee, Where'er thou art, by wayward fancy led.
Near The Lake.
Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago!-- Where the rock threw back the billow Brighter than snow--
Rhyme And Reason: An Apologue
Two children of the olden time In Flora's primrose season, Were born. The name of one was Rhyme That of the other Reason.
Song Of Marion's Men.
In the ranks of Marion's band, Through morass and wooded land, Over beach of yellow sand, Mountain, plain, and valley,
The Flag Of Our Union.
'A song for our banner?'--The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station: 'United we stand--divided we fall!'--
The Origin Of Yankee Doodle.
Once in a time old Johnny Bull Flew in a raging fury, And swore that Jonathan should have No trials, sir, by jury;
We Were Boys Together.
We were boys together, And never can forget The school-house near the heather, In childhood where we met;
A Hero Of The Revolution.
Let not a tear be shed! Of grief give not a token, Although the silver thread And golden bowl be broken!
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A monument to Washington?
A tablet graven with his name?--
Green be the mound it stands upon,
And everlasting as his fame!
His glory fills the land--the plain,
The moor, the mountain, and the mart!
More firm than column, urn, or fane,
His monument--the human heart.
The chief from heaven in mercy sent;
His deeds are written on the age--
His country is his monument.
'The sword of Gideon and the Lord'
Was mighty in his mighty hand--
The God who guided he adored,
And with His blessing freed the ...