John Pierpont

Poems (9)

• My Child

  i cannot make him dead! / His fair sunshiny head …

• Not on the Battle-Field

  “To fall on the battle-field fighting for my dear country,—that would not be hard.”—The Neighbors. / O NO, no,—let me lie …

• The Ballot

  A weapon that comes down as still / As snowflakes fall upon the sod; …

• The Exile at Rest

  His falchion flashed along the Nile; / His hosts he led through Alpine snows; …

• The Fugitive Slave's Apostrophe to the North Star

  Star of the North! though night winds drift / The fleecy drapery of the sky …

• The Pilgrim Fathers

  The pilgrim FATHERS,—where are they? / The waves that brought them o’er …

• Warren's Address to the American Soldiers

  Stand! the ground’s your own, my braves! / Will ye give it up to slaves? …

• Warren’s Address

  STAND! 1 the ground ’s your own, my braves! / Will ye give it up to slaves? …

• Whittling

  A National Portrait / THE YANKEE boy, before he ’s sent to school, …