Epigram. 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.

George Pope Morris

George Pope Morris was an American editor, poet, and songwriter. Born on October 10, 1802, he made significant contributions to American literature and music. Morris co-founded and edited the New York Evening Mirror, where he published works by Edgar Allan Poe and others. He is perhaps best known for his song "Woodman, Spare That Tree!" and his role in the early 19th-century literary scene. Morris died on July 6, 1864, leaving behind a legacy of editorial and creative work that influenced many American writers and musicians.

George Pope Morris

The Songs of Home.

George Pope Morris, Simple Poetry

New-York in 1826.

George Pope Morris, Simple Poetry

The Sweep's Carol.

George Pope Morris, Simple Poetry

Rosabel.

George Pope Morris, Simple Poetry

English

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What news to-day?--"Oh! worse and worse--
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Epigram. On Hearing that Morse Did Not "Invent" the Telegraph

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    But, when he got through it,
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To Dr. Delany, On The Libels Written Against Him.

1729

                                    - Tanti tibi non sit opaci
Omnis arena Tagi quodque in mare volvitur aurum. - Juv. iii, 54.

As some raw youth in country bred,
To arms by thirst of honour led,
When at a skirmish first he hears
The bullets whistling round his ears,
Will duck his head aside, will start,
And feel a trembling at his heart,
Till 'scaping oft without a wound
Lessens the terror of the sound;
Fly bullets now as thick as hops,
He runs into a cannon's chops.
An author thus, who pants for fame,
Begins the world with fear and shame;
When first in print you see him dread
Each pop-gun levell'd at his head:
The lead yon critic's quill contains,
Is destined to beat out his brains:
As if he heard loud thunders roll,

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An Epigram

The scriptures affirm (as I heard in my youth,
For indeed I ne'er read them, to speak for once truth)
That death is the wages of sin, but the just
Shall die not, although they be laid in the dust.
They say so; so be it, I care not a straw,
Although I be dead both in gospel and law;
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