George Pope Morris
George Pope Morris Poems
|121.||Twenty Years Ago||10/6/2010|
|123.||Unseal The City Fountains||10/6/2010|
|124.||Up The Hudson.||10/6/2010|
|128.||We Part For Ever||10/6/2010|
|129.||We Were Boys Together.||10/6/2010|
|130.||Wearies My Love?||10/6/2010|
|134.||What Can It Mean?||10/6/2010|
|135.||When Other Friends.||10/6/2010|
|136.||Where Hudson's Wave.||10/6/2010|
|137.||Will Nobody Marry Me?||10/6/2010|
|140.||Woodman, Spare That Tree!||10/6/2010|
The morning is breaking--
The stag is away!
The hounds and the hunters
The signal obey!
The horn bids the echoes
Awake as we go,
And nature is jocund
The woodland resounds
With shouts of the sportsmen
To cheer on the hounds!
The horse and his rider,
The deer and his foe,
Dash by to the music
(He's at bay!)
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,