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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A Legend Of The Mohawk.

In the days that are gone, by this sweet-flowing water,
Two lovers reclined in the shade of a tree;
She was the mountain-king's rosy-lipped daughter,
The brave warrior-chief of the valley was he.
Then all things around them, below and above,
Were basking as now in the sunshine of love--
In the days that are gone, by this sweet-flowing stream.

In the days that are gone, they were laid 'neath the willow,

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