George Pope Morris

(1802-1864 / USA)

George Pope Morris Poems

1. Address For The Benefit Of Henry Placide. 10/6/2010
2. Address For The Benefit Of James Sheridan Knowles. 10/6/2010
3. Address For The Benefit Of William Dunlap. 10/6/2010
4. Au Revoir. 10/6/2010
5. Bessy Bell. 10/6/2010
6. Boat-Song. 10/6/2010
7. Champions Of Liberty. 10/6/2010
8. Come To Me In Cherry-Time. 10/6/2010
9. Deliver Us From Evil. 10/6/2010
10. Epitaph. 10/6/2010
11. Fare The Well, Love. 10/6/2010
12. Fragment Of An Indian Poem. 10/6/2010
13. Funeral Hymn. 10/6/2010
14. Grounds For Divorce. 10/6/2010
15. I Love The Night. 10/6/2010
16. Lines After The Manner Of The Olden Time. 10/6/2010
17. Lines On A Poet. 10/6/2010
18. Lines On The Burial Of Mrs. 10/6/2010
19. Lisette. 10/6/2010
20. Look From Thy Lattice, Love. 10/6/2010
21. Lord Of The Castle. 10/6/2010
22. Love In Exile. 10/6/2010
23. Love Thee, Dearest! 10/6/2010
24. Lucy. 10/6/2010
25. Margaretta. 10/6/2010
26. Mary. 10/6/2010
27. Masonic Hymn. 10/6/2010
28. Music. 10/6/2010
29. My Bark Is Out Upon The Sea. 10/6/2010
30. My Lady Waits For Me. 10/6/2010
31. I'M With You Once Again. 10/6/2010
32. In Memory Of Charles H. Sandford. 10/6/2010
33. In Memory Of John W. Francis, Jr. 10/6/2010
34. Janet Mcrea. 10/6/2010
35. Jeannie Marsh. 10/6/2010
36. King Cotton. 10/6/2010
37. Lady Of England. 10/6/2010
38. Land-Ho! 10/6/2010
39. The Dog-Star Rages 10/6/2010
40. A Leap For Life 10/6/2010
Best Poem of George Pope Morris

My Mother's Bible

THIS book is all that ’s left me now!
Tears will unbidden start,—
With faltering lip and throbbing brow
I press it to my heart.
For many generations past,
Here is our family tree;
My mother’s hands this Bible clasped,
She, dying, gave it me.

Ah! well do I remember those
Whose names these records bear;
Who round the hearth-stone used to close
After the evening prayer,
And speak of what these pages said,
In tones my heart would thrill!
Though they are with the silent dead,
Here are they living still.

My father read this holy book
To ...

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A Parody.

On old Long Island's sea-girt shore
We caught a cod the other day;
He never had been there before,
And wished that he had stayed away.
We laid him on the beach to dry,
Then served him frizzled on a dish,
A warning to the smaller fry,
As well as all the larger fish.
O--o--o--o--o!

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