Joseph Rodman Drake

(1795-1820 / United States)

Joseph Rodman Drake Poems

1. Tennants Anster Fair 1/1/2004
2. Song 5/15/2001
3. To Sarah 1/3/2003
4. Fragment 5/15/2001
5. Lines To A Lady, On Hearing Her Sing 1/3/2003
6. Song: Oh! Go To Sleep 1/3/2003
7. Lines 5/15/2001
8. Lines Written In A Lady's Album 5/15/2001
9. To -- 1/3/2003
10. Sonnet 1/1/2004
11. Written In A Lady's Album 1/3/2003
12. Hope 5/15/2001
13. Extracts From Leon. An Unfinished Poem 5/15/2001
14. Fragments 1/3/2003
15. Song: Oh The Tear 1/3/2003
16. Song: Tis Not The Beam 1/3/2003
17. Lines Written On Leaving New Rochelle 5/15/2001
18. Lines To A Lady 5/15/2001
19. To Sara 5/15/2001
20. To A Lady With A Withered Violet 5/15/2001
21. The National Paintings 4/5/2016
22. To Eva 5/15/2001
23. To A Friend 5/15/2001
24. The American Flag 5/15/2001
25. Bronx 5/15/2001
26. Niagara 5/15/2001
27. The Culprit Fay 5/15/2001

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The Culprit Fay

'TIS the middle watch of a summer's night -
The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright;
Nought is seen in the vault on high
But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky,
And the flood which rolls its milky hue,
A river of light on the welkin blue.
The moon looks down on old Cronest,
She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast,
And seems his huge gray form to throw
In a sliver cone on the wave below;

His sides are broken by spots of shade,
By the walnut bough and the cedar made,
And through their clustering branches dark

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To Eva

A BEAM upon the myrtle fell
From dewy evening's purest sky,
'Twas like the glance I love so well,
Dear Eva, from thy moonlight eye.

I looked around the summer grove,
On every tree its lustre shone;
For all had felt that look of love
The silly myrtle deemed its own.

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