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|
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 ...
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,