Henry Livingston Jr.
Henry Livingston, Jr. (October 13, 1748 - February 29, 1828) has been proposed as being the uncredited author of the poem "A Visit from St. Nicholas", more popularly known (after its first line) as "The Night Before Christmas." The poem has always been attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, and the Livingston claim is hotly disputed.
He was born on October 13, 1748 in Poughkeepsie, New York, to Henry Livingston, Sr. and Susannah Conklin.
In 1774, Livingston married Sarah Welles, the daughter of Reverend Noah Welles, the minister of the Stamford, Connecticut Congregational Church. Their daughter Catherine was born shortly before Livingston joined the army on a... more »
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Henry Livingston Jr. Poems
Epithalamium: A Marriage Poem
'Twas summer, when softly the breezes were blowing, And Hudson majestic so sweetly was flowing, The groves rang with music & accents of pleasure And nature in rapture beat time to the measure,
Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf Who was chang'd to a flow'r for admiring himself. A part deem'd essential in each lady's dress With what maidens cry when they wish to say yes.
To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck
To his charming black-eyed niece Uncle Harry wishest peace! Wishes roses over strow'd O'er her sublunary road!
The legislators pass along A solemn, self-important throng! Just raised from the common mass, They feel themselves another class.
With the ladies' permission, most humbly I'd mention How much we're obliged by all their attention; We sink with the weight of the huge obligation Too long & too broad to admit compensation.
Hail sov'reign love that first began, The scheme to rescue fallen man; Hail matchless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul a Hiding-Place.
The Crane & The Fox, a Fable
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would bow And madame Crane would curtsie low-
On my Sister Joanna's Entrance into Her ...
On this thy natal day permit a friend - A brother - with thy joys his own to blend: In all gladness he would wish to share As willing in thy griefs a part to bear.
Of RISPAH. (who had been the concubine of King SAUL) when DAVID hanged her children, because their father had done amiss. From morn to eve from eve to rosy morn,
Acrostic -- Eliza Hughes
E v'ry grace in her combine, L ove and truth and friendship join, I n one source without reserve, Z ealous all her friends to serve,
To My Little Niece Sally Livingston
To my little niece Sally Livingston, on the death of a little serenading wren she admired. Hasty pilgrim stop thy pace
Account of a Visit From ST. Nicholas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The Vine & Oak, A Fable
A vine from noblest lineage sprung And with the choicest clusters hung, In purple rob'd, reclining lay, And catch'd the noontide's fervid ray;
Her little bark on Life's wide Ocean tossed, In the unequal struggle soon was lost, Severe its conflict! Much alas it bore, Then sunk beneath the storm and rose no more.
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Epithalamium: A Marriage Poem
'Twas summer, when softly the breezes were blowing,
And Hudson majestic so sweetly was flowing,
The groves rang with music & accents of pleasure
And nature in rapture beat time to the measure,
When Helen and Jonas, so true and so loving,
Along the green lawn were seen arm in arm moving,
Sweet daffodils, violets and roses spontaneous
Wherever they wandered sprang up instantaneous.
The ascent the lovers at length were seen climbing
Whose summit is grac'd by the temple of Hymen:
The genius presiding no sooner perceived them
But, spreading his pinions, he flew to...