Poems by William B. Tappan

Fair stars! Upon the brow of night
Ye look, from yonder fields of blue,
Where ye, 'mid melod...

WINTER! There are among the race of men,
Strangers to thought who slander thee;
Thy frowns ap...

Mark ye the men of other days!
The true, the tried of yore,
Even now they come on Fancy's gaz...

We wander in a thorny maze,
A vale of doubts and fears;
A night illumed with sickly rays,
A...

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

I ask'd the laughing bright-haired boy,
As he bounded on his innocent joy; --
His eye with acc...

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

When death shall lay this bosom low,
And every murmur hush to sleep,
When those that give aff...

I see ye towering--Genii of the North!
I see ye stand, the monuments of time,
Clad in the dre...

Judea's plains in silence sleep
Beneath the cloudless midnight sky;
And o'er their flocks the ...

Ere Eden blossomed wild,
Or earth received a form,
Ere the Eternal voice
Called sunshine fro...

Thou dear enchantress of the soul!
Whose magic skill life's ills can calm,
Whose nod can bid t...

In a foreign soil he sleeps,
And lowly is his bed:
No early wild-flower weeps
Where he pillo...

"Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say,...

Those eyes that beam so beauteous bright,
And all the heaven within declare,
May set ere long...