Poems by William B. Tappan

Poems by William B. Tappan

The Wreck, by William B. Tappan

The ocean frowned darkly, the tempest blew,
And the thunders heavily rolled;
The billow, la...

On Viewing Trumbull's Painting of the Declaration of Independence, by William B. Tappan

To free from chains a groaning land,
Inspired by Right and Valour's flame,
On FREEDOM'S SCROL...

Oh Come Smiling June!, by William B. Tappan

Oh come smiling June!
In beauty arrayed;
Oh come and bring with thee,
Young Pleasure, fair ...

The Prison, by William B. Tappan

They have built ye firmly, frowning walls!
With the iron and the stone;
And cheerless is your...

The Prophecy of Noah, by William B. Tappan

And he said, Cursed by Canaan, a servant of servants shall he be unto his brethren. And he said...

Rev. John Summerfield, by William B. Tappan

I saw the Evangelist of God ascend
The holy place. He stood in the beauty
Of meekness.--He spak...

Ruins of James Town, Virginia, by William B. Tappan

WRITTEN WHILE PASSING DOWN JAMES RIVER. The town sleeps in ruins and solitude reigns,
Where na...

Summer, by William B. Tappan

Summer looks out! How green and gay
Is earth, how bright her flowers!
'Tis nature's merry holi...

Sweet Orb of Night, by William B. Tappan

Sweet orb of night! I saw thee rise
In cloudless lustre o'er the plain;
I saw thee climb the a...

The Thorn of Life, by William B. Tappan

We see in life's wide wilderness,
Some plants of fair and varied mien;
Love's rose springs he...

The Thunder Storm, by William B. Tappan

The storm is up!--along the sky
Swiftly the ebon rack is driven;
And look! Yon curling cloud f...

The Tomb, by William B. Tappan

MAN LIETH DOWN AND RISETH NOT AGAIN TILL THE HEAVENS BE NO MORE. --Job. Soft are the slumbers of...

To One that Meditated Suicide, by William B. Tappan

Thou, whom stern anguish wastes away,
Whose sallow cheek is token
That angel-peace makes not ...

What is Eternity?, by William B. Tappan

Go thou and mark the holy preacher's tones,
And fix thy gaze intently, as he lifts
The separa...

What Heart Has Not False Hope Misled?, by William B. Tappan

What heart has not false Hope misled
In fancy's early dream?
Who has not revelled in the sweets...