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Address For The Benefit Of Henry Placide Address For The Benefit Of Henry Placide

Address For The Benefit Of Henry Placide
(Spoken by Mrs. Hilson.) The music's done. Be quiet, Mr. Durie!Your bell and whistle put me in a fury!Don't ring up yet, sir--I've a word to sayBefore the curtain rises for the play! Your pardon, gentlefolks, nor think me bold,Because I thus our worthy promoter scold:'Twas all feigned anger. This enlightened ageRequires a RUSE to bring one on the stage! Well, here I am, quite dazzled with the sightPresented on this brilliant festal night!Where'er I turn, whole rows of patrons sit--The house is full--box, gallery, and pit!Who says the New-York public are unkind?I know them well,... Poems - Post by : Maxfreesurfing - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 3008

Address For The Benefit Of James Sheridan Knowles Address For The Benefit Of James Sheridan Knowles

Address For The Benefit Of James Sheridan Knowles
(Spoken by Mrs. Chapman.)  Nay, Mr. Simpson!--'Tis not kind--polite--To shut me out, sir?--I'm in such a fright!--I can not speak the lines, I'm sure!--Oh, fie!To say I must!--but if I must--I'll try! From him I turn to these more generous soulsThe drama's patrons and the friends of KNOWLES.Why, what a brilliant galaxy is here!What stars adorn this mimic hemisphere!Names that shine brightest on our country's page!The props of science--literature--the stage!Above--below--around me--woman smiles,The fairest floweret of these western wilds--All come to pay the tribute of their praiseTo the first dramatist of modern days:And welcome, to the green home of the... Poems - Post by : wgrant - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 2568

Address For The Benefit Of William Dunlap Address For The Benefit Of William Dunlap

Address For The Benefit Of William Dunlap
(Spoken by Mrs. Sharpe)What gay assemblage greets my wondering sight!What scene of splendor--conjured here to-night!What voices murmur, and what glances gleam!Sure 'tis some flattering unsubstantial dream.The house is crowded--everybody's hereFor beauty famous, or to science dear;Doctors and lawyers, judges, belles, and beaux,Poets and painters--and Heaven only knowsWhom else beside!--And see, gay ladies sitLighting with smiles that fearful place, the pit--(A fairy change--ah, pray continue it.)Gray heads are here too, listening to my rhymes,Full of the spirit of departed times;Grave men and studious, strangers to my sight,All gather round me on this brilliant night.And welcome are ye all. Not now ye... Poems - Post by : adept - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 2214

Epigram (on Hearing That Morse Did Not 'invent' The Telegraph) Epigram (on Hearing That Morse Did Not "invent" The Telegraph)

Epigram (on Hearing That Morse Did Not 'invent' The Telegraph)
First they said it would not do; But, when he got through it,Then they vowed they always knew That he didn't do it!Lies are rolling stones, of course,But they can't adhere to MORSE.(The end)George Pope Morris's poem: Epigram (On Hearing That Morse Did Not "Invent" The Telegraph)... Poems - Post by : kentalkeen - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 2326

Epigram (on Reading Grim's Attack Upon Clinton) Epigram (on Reading Grim's Attack Upon Clinton)

Epigram (on Reading Grim's Attack Upon Clinton)
(On Reading Grim's Attack Upon Clinton)'Tis the opinion of the town That Grim's a silly elf:In trying to write Clinton down, He went RIGHT DOWN HIMSELF.(The end)George Pope Morris's poem: Epigrams... Poems - Post by : GuruGazette - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 1186

Only Thine Only Thine

Only Thine
I know that thou art mine, my love, I know that thou art fair;And lovelier than the orange-flowers That bind thy glossy hair:That thou hast every gentle grace Which nature can design--I know that thou art mine, my love, I know that I am thine: Yes, thine, my love, I'm thine, my love, Thine, thine, and only thine.I know that thou art true, my love, And welcome as the breezeWhich comes, with healing on its wings, Across the summer seas:That thou hast every winning... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 3148

Up The Hudson Up The Hudson

Up The Hudson
Song and Chorus.Up the Hudson!--Fleetly gliding To our haunts among the trees!Joy the gallant vessel guiding With a fresh and cheerful breeze!Wives and dear ones yearn to meet us-- (Hearts that love us to the core!)And with fond expressions greet us As we near the welcome shore!Chorus.Ho! ye inland seas and islands!-- (Echo follows where we go!)Ho! ye headlands, hills, and highlands! Ho! ye Undercliffeans, ho!Up the Hudson!--Rock and river, Grove and glen pronounce His praise,Who, of every "Good the Giver," Leads us through these pleasant ways!--Care recedes like water-traces Of our... Poems - Post by : jaaccl - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 2679

The Sycamore Shade The Sycamore Shade

The Sycamore Shade
I knew a sweet girl, with a bonny blue eye, Who was born in the shade The wild sycamore made, Where the brook sang its song All the summer-day long,And the moments went merrily by,Like the birdlings the moments flew by.I knew a fair maid, soul-enchanting in grace, Who replied to my vow, 'Neath the sycamore bough, "Like the brook to the sea, Oh, I yearn, love, for thee!"And she hid in my bosom her face--In my bosom, her beautiful face.I have a dear wife, who is ever my guide! Wooed and... Poems - Post by : indycine - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 770

To The Evening Star To The Evening Star

To The Evening Star
The woods waved welcome in the breeze, When, many years ago,Lured by the songs of birds and bees, I sought the dell below;And there, in that secluded spot, Where silver streamlets roved,Twined the green ivy round the cot Of her I fondly loved.In dreams still near that porch I stand To listen to her vow!Still feel the pressure of her hand Upon my burning brow!And here, as in the days gone by, With joy I meet her yet,And mark the love-light of her eyes, Fringed with its lash of jet.O fleeting vision of... Poems - Post by : wlockhart - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 778

Love In Exile Love In Exile

Love In Exile
Adapted to a Hungarian melody.My heart I gave you with my hand, In brighter days than these,In that down-trodden father-land Beyond the distant seas,Where you were all the world to me, Devoted, fond, and true,And I, in our prosperity, Was all the world to you!Robbed by a tyrant's iron sway,We're banished from that land away!Sad wanderers from our native home! A ruler in a foe!An exiled caravan we roam; But hand in hand WE go!And thus whatever fate betide We bless our lot in life,Since no misfortunes may divide The husband and the... Poems - Post by : johnbates - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 2702

King Cotton King Cotton

King Cotton
Old Cotton is king, boys--aha! With his locks so fleecy and white!He shines among kings like a star! And his is the sceptre of right, Boys, of right, And his is the sceptre of right!Old Cotton, the king, has no care, No queen, and no heir to his throne,No courtiers, his triumphs to share, He rules his dominions alone, Boys, alone! He rules his dominions alone!Old Cotton, the merry old boy!--... Poems - Post by : kencash - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 2760

A Wall-street Lyric A Wall-street Lyric

A Wall-street Lyric
John was thought both rich and great-- Dick so-so, but comfortable:John lived at a splendid rate-- Coach and horses in his stable.John could ride when Dick should walk--(This excited people's talk!)--For John's wealth, Dick's rugged health Few would exchange if they were able!Dick was friendly years ago-- With ingratitude John paid him:Dick found this was always so When John had a chance to aid him.John still cut a brilliant dash,While he could command the cash,But for Dick, whom John would kick, At last a change of luck has made him!John, 'tis said, is "bound" to... Poems - Post by : Jewel - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 861

Nature's Nobleman - A Fragment Nature's Nobleman - A Fragment

Nature's Nobleman - A Fragment
When winter's cold and summer's heat Shall come and go again,A hundred years will be complete Since Marion crossed the main,And brought unto this wild retreat His dark-eyed wife of Spain.He was the founder of a free And independent band,Who lit the fires of liberty The revolution fanned:--His patent of nobility Read in the ransomed land!Around his deeds a lustre throngs, A heritage designedTo teach the world to spurn the wrongs Once threatened all mankind:--To his posterity belongs The peerage of the mind.(The end)George Pope Morris's poem: Nature's Nobleman - A Fragment... Poems - Post by : Kadence - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 3108

In Memory Of John W. Francis, Jr In Memory Of John W. Francis, Jr

In Memory Of John W. Francis, Jr
He was the pulse-beat of true hearts, The love-light of fond eyes:When such a man from earth departs, 'Tis the survivor dies.(The end)George Pope Morris's poem: In Memory Of John W. Francis, Jr... Poems - Post by : vdorazio - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 2665

Jeannie Marsh Jeannie Marsh

Jeannie Marsh
Jeannie Marsh of Cherry Valley,At whose call the muses rally; Of all the nine none so divineAs Jeannie Marsh of Cherry Valley.She minds me of her native scenes, Where she was born among the cherries;Of peaches, plums, and nectarines, Pears, apricots, and ripe strawberries.Jeannie Marsh of Cherry Valley,In whose name the muses rally; Of all the nine none so divineAs Jeannie Marsh of Cherry Valley.A sylvan nymph of queenly grace, A goddess she in form and feature;The sweet expression of the place, A dimple in the smile of nature.(The end)George Pope Morris's poem: Jeannie Marsh... Poems - Post by : KirkM - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 1080

The Missing Ship The Missing Ship

The Missing Ship
She left the port in gallant style, With sails and streamers full and free!I watched her course for many a mile Far out upon the distant sea!At dusk she lessened to a speck, And then I could not trace her more!Sad hearts were beating on her deck, Sad hearts were beating on the shore.Two of the outward bound I knew, One beautiful, the other brave--The master worthy, and the crew Born to contend with wind and wave:For travel some, and some for gain, And some for health had gone abroad;Our prayers were with them... Poems - Post by : Michael_Lee - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 788

The Master's Song The Master's Song

The Master's Song
Written for the freemasons of St. John's Lodge No. 1, New York.Members of an order Ancient as the earth;All within our border Realize its worth.Genial is the greeting That awaits us there,On the level meeting, Parting on the square.Like the workmen olden, Who our craft designed,We the precept golden Ever bear in mind.Masons never falter, We each other know,As around the altar Hand in hand we go;Loud hosannas singing To our Source above,And heart-offerings bringing To the God of Love.Like the workmen olden, Who our craft designed,We the precept golden... Poems - Post by : rholmes - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 522

Thank God For Pleasant Weather Thank God For Pleasant Weather

Thank God For Pleasant Weather
Thank God for pleasant weather! Chant it, merry rills!And clap your hands together, Ye exulting hills!Thank Him, teeming valley! Thank Him, fruitful plain!For the golden sunshine, And the silver rain.Thank God, of good the giver! Shout it, sportive breeze!Respond, oh, tuneful river! To the nodding tees.Thank Him, bud and birdling! As ye grow and sing!Mingle in thanksgiving Every living thing!Thank God, with cheerful spirit, In a glow of love,For what we here inherit, And our hopes above!--Universal Nature Revels in her birth,When God, in pleasant weather, Smiles upon the... Poems - Post by : onyxxerl - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 2283

On The Death Of Mrs. Jessie Willis On The Death Of Mrs. Jessie Willis

On The Death Of Mrs. Jessie Willis
After life's eventful mission, In her truthfulness and worth,Like a calm and gentle vision She has passed away from earth.Lovely she in frame and feature! Blended purity and grace!--The Creator in the creature Glowed in her expressive face!Angel of a nature human! Essence of a celestial love!Heart and soul of trusting woman, Gone to her reward above!Mourners, dry your tears of sorrow-- Read the golden promise o'er;There will dawn a cheerful morrow When we meet to part no more.(The end)George Pope Morris's poem: On The Death Of Mrs. Jessie Willis... Poems - Post by : John_Pawlett - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 1787

Come To Me In Cherry-time Come To Me In Cherry-time

Come To Me In Cherry-time
Come to me in cherry-time, And, as twilight closes,We will have a merry time, Here among the roses!When the breezes crisp the tide, And the lindens quiver,In our bark we'll safely glide Down the rocky river!When the stars, with quiet ray, All the hill-tops brighten,Cherry-ripe we'll sing and play Where the cherries ripen!Then come to me in cherry-time, And, as twilight closes,We will have a merry time Here among the roses.(The end)George Pope Morris's poem: Come To Me In Cherry-Time... Poems - Post by : weeklywarrior - Date : May 2011 - Author : George Pope Morris - Read : 2755