George Pope Morris

(1802-1864 / USA)

George Pope Morris Poems

41. Mary. 10/6/2010
42. Masonic Hymn. 10/6/2010
43. Music. 10/6/2010
44. My Bark Is Out Upon The Sea. 10/6/2010
45. My Lady Waits For Me. 10/6/2010
46. My Mother's Bible 10/6/2010
47. My Woodland Bride. 10/6/2010
48. National Anthem. 10/6/2010
49. Nature's Nobleman 10/6/2010
50. Near The Lake. 10/6/2010
51. New-York In 1826. 10/6/2010
52. Not Married Yet! 10/6/2010
53. O'Er The Mountains. 10/6/2010
54. Oh, Boatman, Haste! 10/6/2010
55. Oh, Think Of Me! 10/6/2010
56. Oh, This Love! 10/6/2010
57. Oh, Would That She Were Here! 10/6/2010
58. On Reading Grim's Attack Upon Clinton. 10/6/2010
59. On The Death Of Mrs. Jessie Willis. 10/6/2010
60. Only Thine. 10/6/2010
61. Poetry. 10/6/2010
62. Rhyme And Reason: An Apologue 10/6/2010
63. Seventy-Six. 10/6/2010
64. She Loved Him. 10/6/2010
65. Silent Grief. 10/6/2010
66. Song Of Marion's Men. 10/6/2010
67. Song Of The Reapers. 10/6/2010
68. Song Of The Sewing-Machine 10/6/2010
69. Song Of The Troubadour. 10/6/2010
70. St. Agnes' Shrine. 10/6/2010
71. Starlight Recollections. 10/6/2010
72. Temperance Song. 10/6/2010
73. Thank God For Pleasant Weather. 10/6/2010
74. The Bacchanal 10/6/2010
75. The Ball-Room Belle. 10/6/2010
76. The Beam Of Devotion. 10/6/2010
77. The Chieftain's Daughter 10/6/2010
78. The Colonel. 10/6/2010
79. The Cottager's Welcome. 10/6/2010
80. The Croton Ode. 10/6/2010
Best Poem of George Pope Morris

Washington's Monument.

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 Christian--patriot--hero--sage!
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 ...

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The Dog-Star Rages

Unseal the city fountains,
And let the waters flow
In coolness from the mountains
Unto the plains below.
My brain is parched and erring,
The pavement hot and dry,
And not a breath is stirring
Beneath the burning sky.

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