G George Pope Morris

George Pope Morris

141 şiir · 1802 — 1864 · USA

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George Pope Morris was a 19th century American poet and songwriter who also edited newspapers and wrote columns as a literary critic. One of his compositions, named became a popular parlour song during Victorian times and then, in the middle of the 20th century, was adapted by the humorous singer Phil Harris who turned it into a very popular song by embellishing it with a few extra, jaunty lyrics. He was born on the 10th October 1802 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Nothing significant is recorded about his early life so it is necessary to jump straight to his late 20s when, with fellow writer and editor Nathaniel Parker Willis, he was responsible for the founding of the New York Evening Mirror newspaper. The pair of them merged two other publications to create something that not only reported the news but also provided literary critiques and covered all kinds of contemporary entertainment. This was the paper that obtained an exclusive advance copy of Edgar Allan Poe’s famous poem The Raven, publishing it on the 29th January 1845. That same year Morris and Willis put together an anthology of material called Although a talented writer himself, Morris decided to concentrate on producing a periodical that could be enjoyed by all the family and, with Willis, he founded a magazine which soon became known as the Home Journal. From 1901 it was renamed Town and Country, a title that can still be found on sale today. He had still found the time though for his own compositions and, in 1838, he published a collection of poetry called which proved so popular that it was printed in several editions. The book included a poem that would become famous. Environmentalists would eventually quote lines from it and, when music was added, it became widely sung. Reproduced here is that well-known piece, Morris’s work was lauded by fellow poets, with the above mentioned Poe saying that he was His long-time collaborator Willis was fulsome in his praise, saying that He did receive some, albeit mild, criticism though with another famous American writer, Bayard Taylor, gently parodying him in a poem written in 1876 called It should be noted though that Morris was not the only poet mentioned in Taylor’s verse parody. Morris had many friends in the world of literature and the arts including artist Robert Walter Weir. Morris dedicated his one book of prose to Weir, a piece of work called published in 1839. This was a collection of short stories including one (the “Frenchman”) who fell victim to an unscrupulous land agent who sold him a parcel of land in the upper part of New York state that was under water every time the tide came in. George Pope Morris died on the 6th July 1864 at the age of 61. His collected works were compiled and published posthumously.

George Pope Morris şiirleri

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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 say Before the curtain rises for the play!…

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 d…

Let not a tear be shed! Of grief give not a token, Although the silver thread And golden bowl be broken!…

OLD Ironsides at anchor lay, In the harbor of Mahon; A dead calm rested on the bay -- The waves to sleep had gone;…

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In the days that are gone, by this sweet-flowing water, Two lovers reclined in the shade of a tree; She was the mountain-king's rosy-lipped daughter, The brave warrior-chief of the…

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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.…

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Love left one day his leafy bower, And roamed in sportive vein, Where Vanity had built a tower, For Fashion's sparkling train.…

John was thought both rich and great-- Dick so-so, but comfortable: John lived at a splendid rate-- Coach and horses in his stable.…

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When life looks drear and lonely, love, And pleasant fancies flee, Then will the Muses only, love, Bestow a thought on me!…

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Pull away merrily--over the waters! Bend to your oars for the wood-tangled shore; We're off and afloat with earth's loveliest daughters, Worth all the argosies wave ever bore.…

The pride of all our chivalry, The name of Worth will stand, While throbs the pulse of liberty Within his native land:…

Come to me in cherry-time, And, as twilight closes, We will have a merry time, Here among the roses!…

Deliver us from evil, Heavenly Father! It still besets us wheresoe'er we go! Bid the bright rays of revelation gather To light the darkness in our way of wo!…

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All that's beautiful in woman, All we in her nature love, All that's good in all that's human, Passed this gate to courts above.

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