Poems by George Pope Morris - novelonlinefull.com
You’re read light novel Poems by George Pope Morris Part 12 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
William.
Oh, grant me thy smile, love, 'Tis Hope's cheering ray-- With evening expect me.
Ellen.
To the moment be true, And may angels protect thee--
Both.
Sweet Ellen, adieu!
Dear William, adieu!
When Other Friends.
When other friends are round thee, And other hearts are thine-- When other bays have crowned thee, More fresh and green than mine-- Then think how sad and lonely This doating heart will be, Which, while it beats, beats only, Beloved one, for thee!
Yet do not think I doubt thee, I know thy truth remains; I would not live without thee, For all the world contains.
Thou art the start that guides me Along life's troubled sea; And whatever fate betides me, This heart still turns to thee.
Silent Grief.
Where is now my peace of mind?
Gone, alas! for evermore: Turn where'er I may, I find Thorns where roses bloomed before!
O'er the green-fields of my soul, Where the springs of joy were found, Now the clouds of sorrow roll, Shading all the prospect round!
Do I merit pangs like these, That have cleft my heart in twain?
Must I, to the very lees, Drain thy bitter chalice, Pain?
Silent grief all grief excels; Life and it together part-- Like a restless worm it dwells Deep within the human heart!
Love Thee, Dearest!
Love thee, dearest?--Hear me.--Never Will my fond vows be forgot!
May I perish, and for ever, When, dear maid, I love thee not!
Turn not from me, dearest!--Listen!
Banish all thy doubts and fears!
Let thine eyes with transport glisten!
What hast thou to do with tears?
Dry them, dearest!--Ah, believe me, Love's bright flame is burning still!
Though the hollow world deceive thee, Here's a heart that never will!
Dost thou smile?--A cloud of sorrow Breaks before Joy's rising sun!
Wilt thou give thy hand?--To-morrow, Hymen's bond will make us one!
I Love the Night.
I love the night when the moon streams bright On flowers that drink the dew-- When cascades shout as the stars peep out, From boundless fields of blue; But dearer far than moon or star, Or flowers of gaudy hue, Or murmuring trills of mountain-rills, I love, I love, love--you!
I love to stray at the close of the day, Through groves of forest-trees, When gushing notes from song-birds' throats Are vocal in the breeze.
I love the night--the glorious night-- When hearts beat warm and true; But far above the night, I love, I love, I love, love--you!
The Miniature.
William was holding in his hand The likeness of his wife!
Fresh, as if touched by fairy wand, With beauty, grace, and life.
He almost thought it spoke:--he gazed Upon the bauble still, Absorbed, delighted, and amazed, To view the artist's skill.
"This picture is yourself, dear Jane-- 'Tis drawn to nature true: I've kissed it o'er and o'er again, It is much like you."
