George Pope Morris

(1802-1864 / USA)

George Pope Morris Poems

81. The Day Is Now Dawning 10/6/2010
82. The Deserted Bride 10/6/2010
83. The Dismissed. 10/6/2010
84. The Dog-Star Rages 10/6/2010
85. The Dream Of Love. 10/6/2010
86. The Evergreen. 10/6/2010
87. The Exile To His Sister. 10/6/2010
88. The Fallen Brave. 10/6/2010
89. The Flag Of Our Union. 10/6/2010
90. The Hero's Legacy. 10/6/2010
91. The Hunter's Carol. 10/6/2010
92. The Land Of Washington. 10/6/2010
93. The Main-Truck; Or, A Leap For Life 10/6/2010
94. The Master's Song. 10/6/2010
95. The May-Queen. 10/6/2010
96. The Millionaire. 10/6/2010
97. The Miniature. 10/6/2010
98. The Missing Ship. 10/6/2010
99. The Origin Of Yankee Doodle. 10/6/2010
100. The Pastor's Daughter. 10/6/2010
101. The Prairie On Fire 10/6/2010
102. The Retort. 10/6/2010
103. The Rock Of The Pilgrims. 10/6/2010
104. The Seasons Of Love. 10/6/2010
105. The Sister's Appeal. 10/6/2010
106. The Soldier's Welcome Home. 10/6/2010
107. The Songs Of Home. 10/6/2010
108. The Stag-Hunt. 10/6/2010
109. The Star Of Love. 10/6/2010
110. The Suitors. 10/6/2010
111. The Sweep's Carol. 10/6/2010
112. The Sword And The Staff 10/6/2010
113. The Sycamore Shade. 10/6/2010
114. The Tyrant Sway. 10/6/2010
115. The Welcome And Farewell. 10/6/2010
116. The Whip-Poor-Will. 10/6/2010
117. Thou Hast Woven The Spell. 10/6/2010
118. Thy Will Be Done. 10/6/2010
119. To My Absent Daughter. 10/6/2010
120. To The Evening Star. 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 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;
When little Jack, the captain's son,
With gallant hardihood,
Climbed shroud and spar - and then upon
The main-truck rose and stood!

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