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George Pope Morris
1802 - 1864
Poetry Listing
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Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Hero of the Revolution. | Let not a tear be shed! | | 24 | 355 | | 2: | A Legend of the Mohawk. | In the days that are gone, by this sweet-flowing water, | | 14 | 382 | | 3: | A Parody. | On old Long Island's sea-girt shore | | 39 | 348 | | 4: | A Wall-Street Lyric. | John was thought both rich and great | | 24 | 346 | | 5: | Address. For the Benefit of Henry Placide. | The music's done. Be quiet, Mr. Durie! | | 73 | 315 | | 6: | Address. For the benefit of James Sheridan Knowles. | Nay, Mr. Simpson!--'Tis not kind--polite | | 63 | 326 | | 7: | Address. For the benefit of William Dunlap. | What gay assemblage greets my wondering sight! | | 56 | 378 | | 8: | Au Revoir. | Love left one day his leafy bower, | | 16 | 321 | | 9: | Bessy Bell. | When life looks drear and lonely, love, | | 27 | 332 | | 10: | Boat-Song. | Pull away merrily--over the waters! | | 21 | 320 | | 11: | Champions of Liberty. | The pride of all our chivalry, | | 36 | 336 | | 12: | Come to Me in Cherry-time. | Come to me in cherry-time, | | 16 | 330 | | 13: | Deliver Us From Evil. | Deliver us from evil, Heavenly Father! | | 16 | 376 | | 14: | Epigram. On Hearing that Morse Did Not "Invent" the Telegraph | First they said it would not do; | | 6 | 290 | | 15: | Epigram. On Reading Grim's Attack Upon Clinton. | Tis the opinion of the town | | 4 | 335 | | 16: | Epitaph. | All that's beautiful in woman, | | 4 | 400 | | 17: | Fare The Well, Love. | Fare thee well, love!--We must sever! | | 15 | 309 | | 18: | Fragment of an Indian Poem. | They come!--Be firm--in silence rally! | | 72 | 345 | | 19: | Funeral Hymn. | Man dieth and wasteth away, | | 32 | 363 | | 20: | Grounds for Divorce. | What can a man do when a woman's perverse, | | 32 | 319 | | 21: | I Love the Night. | I love the night when the moon streams bright | | 16 | 427 | | 22: | I Love Thee Still. | I never have been false to thee! | | 24 | 336 | | 23: | I'm With You Once Again. | I'm with you once again, my friends, | | 32 | 303 | | 24: | In Memory of Charles H. Sandford. | He died, as he had lived, beloved, | | 16 | 336 | | 25: | In Memory of John W. Francis, Jr. | He was the pulse-beat of true hearts, | | 4 | 391 | | 26: | Janet McRea. | She heard the fight was over, | | 22 | 355 | | 27: | Jeannie Marsh. | Jeannie Marsh of Cherry Valley, | | 16 | 374 | | 28: | King Cotton. | Old Cotton is king, boys--aha! | | 30 | 335 | | 29: | Lady of England. | Lady of England--o'er the seas | | 16 | 334 | | 30: | Land-Ho! | UP, UP WITH THE SIGNAL!--The land is in sight! | | 24 | 336 | | 31: | Life in the West. | Ho! brothers--come hither and list to my story | | 33 | 352 | | 32: | Lines On A Poet. | How sweet the cadence of his lyre! | | 30 | 316 | | 33: | Lines On the Burial of Mrs. Mary L. Ward, at Dale Cemetery, Sing-Sing, May 3, 1853. | The knell was tolled--the requiem sung | | 24 | 332 | | 34: | Lines. After the Manner of the Olden Time. | O Love! the mischief thou hast done! | | 42 | 340 | | 35: | Lisette. | When Love in myrtle shades reposed, | | 24 | 294 | | 36: | Look From Thy Lattice, Love. | Look from thy lattice, love | | 32 | 294 | | 37: | Lord of the Castle. | Lord of the castle! oh, where goest thou? | | 12 | 337 | | 38: | Love in Exile. | My heart I gave you with my hand, | | 21 | 349 | | 39: | Love Thee, Dearest! | Love thee, dearest?--Hear me.--Never | | 16 | 327 | | 40: | Lucy. | Thanks for your stanzas, Lucy, | | 30 | 326 | | 41: | Margaretta. | When I was in my teens, | | 36 | 327 | | 42: | Mary. | One balmy summer night, Mary, | | 36 | 313 | | 43: | Masonic Hymn. | Our Order, like the ark of yore, | | 16 | 320 | | 44: | Music. | The wind-harp has music it moans to the tree, | | 16 | 363 | | 45: | My Bark is Out Upon the Sea. | My bark is out upon the sea | | 24 | 289 | | 46: | My Lady Waits for Me. | My lady waits!--'Tis now the hour | | 21 | 324 | | 47: | My Mother's Bible. | This book is all that's left me now! | | 32 | 389 | | 48: | My Woodland Bride. | Here upon the mountain-side | | 16 | 294 | | 49: | National Anthem. | Freedom spreads her downy wings | | 24 | 371 | | 50: | Nature's Nobleman. A Fragment. | When winter's cold and summer's heat | | 18 | 303 | | 51: | Near the Lake. | Near the lake where drooped the willow, | | 24 | 368 | | 52: | New-York in 1826. | Two years have elapsed since the verse of S. W. | | 122 | 314 | | 53: | Not Married Yet! | I'm single yet--I'm single yet! | | 24 | 370 | | 54: | O'er the Mountains. | Some spirit wafts our mountain lay | | 24 | 330 | | 55: | Oh, Boatman, Haste! | Oh, boatman, haste!--The twilight hour | | 33 | 341 | | 56: | Oh, Think of Me! | Oh, think of me, my own beloved, | | 16 | 404 | | 57: | Oh, This Love! | Oh, this love--this love! | | 20 | 347 | | 58: | Oh, Would that She were Here! | Oh, would that she were here, | | 36 | 303 | | 59: | On the Death of Mrs. Jessie Willis. | After life's eventful mission, | | 16 | 323 | | 60: | Only Thine. | I know that thou art mine, my love, | | 22 | 346 | | 61: | Poetry. | To me the world's an open book | | 16 | 341 | | 62: | Rhyme and Reason. An Apologue. | Two children of the olden time | | 30 | 308 | | 63: | Rosabel. | I miss thee from my side, beloved, | | 48 | 342 | | 64: | Seventy-Six. | The clarion call of liberty | | 18 | 331 | | 65: | She Loved Him. | She loved him--but she heeded not | | 24 | 343 | | 66: | Silent Grief. | Where is now my peace of mind? | | 16 | 301 | | 67: | Song of Marion's Men. | In the ranks of Marion's band, | | 27 | 376 | | 68: | Song of the Reapers. | Joyous the carol that rings in the mountains, | | 10 | 326 | | 69: | Song of the Sewing-Machine | I'm the Iron Needle-Woman! | | 40 | 358 | | 70: | Song of the Troubadour. | Come, list to the lay of the olden time, | | 24 | 316 | | 71: | St. Agnes' Shrine. | While before St. Agnes' shrine | | 24 | 335 | | 72: | Starlight Recollections. | Twas night. Near the murmuring Saone, | | 24 | 321 | | 73: | Temperance Song. | Some love to stroll where the wassail-bowl | | 20 | 339 | | 74: | Thank God for Pleasant Weather. | Thank God for pleasant weather! | | 24 | 332 | | 75: | The Bacchanal | Beside a cottage-door, | | 56 | 353 | | 76: | The Ball-Room Belle. (Music by horn.) | The moon and all her starry train | | 20 | 362 | | 77: | The Beam of Devotion. | I never could find a good reason | | 16 | 316 | | 78: | The Chieftain's Daughter | Upon the barren sand | | 24 | 378 | | 79: | The Colonel. | The Colonel!--Such a creature! | | 32 | 370 | | 80: | The Cottager's Welcome. | Hard by I've a cottage that stands near the wood | | 24 | 339 | | 81: | The Croton Ode. | Gushing from this living fountain, | | 56 | 445 | | 82: | The Day is Now Dawning. | The day is now dawning, love, | | 32 | 434 | | 83: | The Deserted Bride. | Love me!--No.--He never loved me! | | 60 | 321 | | 84: | The Dismissed. | The wing of my spirit is broken, | | 48 | 302 | | 85: | The Dog-Star Rages. | Unseal the city fountains, | | 96 | 340 | | 86: | The Dream of Love. | I've had the heart-ache many times, | | 48 | 302 | | 87: | The Evergreen. | Love can not be the aloe-tree, | | 16 | 360 | | 88: | The Exile to his Sister. | As streams at morn, from seas that glide, | | 16 | 346 | | 89: | The Fallen Brave. | From Cypress and from laurel boughs | | 24 | 333 | | 90: | The Flag of our Union. | A song for our banner?"--The watchword recall | | 30 | 364 | | 91: | The Hero's Legacy. | Upon the couch of death, | | 16 | 324 | | 92: | The Hunter's Carol. | A merry life does the hunter lead! | | 16 | 367 | | 93: | The Land of Washington. | I glory in the sages | | 18 | 346 | | 94: | The Maid of Saxony; or, Who's the Traitor? | Ho! Hans!--Why, Hans!--You Hans, I say! | | 2127 | 358 | | 95: | The Main-Truck; Or, A Leap for Life A Nautical Ballad. | Old Ironsides at anchor lay, | | 40 | 317 | | 96: | The Master's Song. | Members of an order | | 37 | 335 | | 97: | The May-Queen. | Like flights of singing-birds went by | | 20 | 321 | | 98: | The Millionaire. | In the upper circles | | 115 | 356 | | 99: | The Miniature. | William was holding in his hand | | 16 | 344 | | 100: | The Missing Ship. | She left the port in gallant style, | | 24 | 381 | | 101: | The Origin of Yankee Doodle. | Once in a time old Johnny Bull | | 64 | 314 | | 102: | The Pastor's Daughter. | An ivy-mantled cottage smiled, | | 32 | 438 | | 103: | The Prairie on Fire | The shades of evening closed around | | 40 | 364 | | 104: | The Retort. | Old Nick, who taught the village-school, | | 16 | 348 | | 105: | The Rock of the Pilgrims. | A rock in the wilderness welcomed our sires, | | 16 | 336 | | 106: | The Seasons of Love. | The spring-time of love | | 32 | 441 | | 107: | The Sister's Appeal. A Fragment. | You remember--don't you, brother | | 12 | 288 | | 108: | The Soldier's Welcome Home. | Victorious the hero returns from the wars, | | 16 | 348 | | 109: | The Songs of Home. | Oh, sing once more those dear, familiar lays, | | 20 | 328 | | 110: | The Stag-Hunt. | The morning is breaking | | 20 | 391 | | 111: | The Star of Love. | The star of love now shines above, | | 16 | 382 | | 112: | The Suitors. | Wealth sought the bower of Beauty, | | 20 | 425 | | 113: | The Sweep's Carol. | Through the streets of New York City, | | 27 | 326 | | 114: | The Sword and the Staff | The sword of the hero! | | 24 | 331 | | 115: | The Sycamore Shade. | I knew a sweet girl, with a bonny blue eye, | | 21 | 333 | | 116: | The Tyrant Sway. | The heart that owns thy tyrant sway, | | 14 | 351 | | 117: | The Welcome and Farewell. | To meet, and part, as we have met and parted, | | 16 | 336 | | 118: | The Whip-Poor-Will. | Why dost thou come at set of sun, | | 70 | 342 | | 119: | Thou Hast Woven the Spell. | Thou hast woven the spell that hath bound me, | | 16 | 308 | | 120: | Thy Will Be Done. | Searcher of Hearts!--from mine erase | | 16 | 352 | | 121: | Tis Now the Promised Hour. A Serenade. | The fountains serenade the flowers, | | 24 | 311 | | 122: | To My Absent Daughter. | Georgie, come home!--Life's tendrils cling about thee, | | 30 | 329 | | 123: | To The Evening Star. | The woods waved welcome in the breeze, | | 24 | 366 | | 124: | Twenty Years Ago | Twas in the flush of summer-time, | | 16 | 293 | | 125: | Union. | This word beyond all others, | | 24 | 346 | | 126: | Up the Hudson. | Up the Hudson!--Fleetly gliding | | 27 | 333 | | 127: | Venetian Serenade. | Come, come to me, love! | | 24 | 409 | | 128: | Walter Gay. | To know a man well, it is said, Walter Gay, | | 25 | 364 | | 129: | Washington's Monument. | A monument to Washington? | | 24 | 373 | | 130: | We Part For Ever | Fare thee well--we part for ever! | | 26 | 421 | | 131: | We Were Boys Together. | We were boys together, | | 24 | 319 | | 132: | Wearies my Love? | Wearies my love of my letters? | | 24 | 321 | | 133: | Welcome Home. | My Mary's voice!--It is the hour | | 16 | 314 | | 134: | Well-A-Day! | Love comes and goes like a spell! | | 12 | 336 | | 135: | Western Refrain | Droop not, brothers! | | 30 | 282 | | 136: | What Can It Mean? | I'm much too young to marry, | | 25 | 331 | | 137: | When Other Friends. | When other friends are round thee, | | 16 | 389 | | 138: | Where Hudson's Wave. | Where Hudson's wave o'er silvery sands | | 24 | 339 | | 139: | Will Nobody Marry Me? | Heigh-ho! for a husband!--Heigh-ho! | | 24 | 370 | | 140: | Willie. | I clasp your hand in mine, Willie, | | 45 | 323 | | 141: | Woman. | Ah, woman!--in this world of ours, | | 25 | 365 | | 142: | Woodman, Spare that Tree! | Woodman, spare that tree! | | 32 | 323 | | 143: | Words | My lady hath as soft a hand | | 18 | 301 | | 144: | Years Ago. | Near the banks of that lone river, | | 16 | 401 |
About:
George Pope Morris was one of the founders of The New York Mirror, and for a time its editor. He is best known as the author of the poem, Woodman, Spare That Tree, and other poems and songs. The Little Frenchman and His Water Lots (1839), the first story in the present volume, is selected not because Morris was especially prominent in the field of the short story or humorous prose but because of this single story's representative character. Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) follows with The Angel of the Odd (October, 1844, Columbian Magazine), perhaps the best of his humorous stories. The System of Dr. Tarr and Prof. Fether (November, 1845, Graham's Magazine) may be rated higher, but it is not essentially a humorous story. Rather it is incisive satire, with too biting an undercurrent to pass muster in the company of the genial in literature. Poe's humorous stories as a whole have tended to belittle rather than increase his fame, many of them verging on the inane. There are some, however, which are at least excellent fooling; few more than that.
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