Poems by William B. Tappan

Yes, life is but a waste,
A cheerless pathway, where
No healthy fruit allures the taste,
N...

I saw the hoary warrior chief,
Whose sternly proud, but blighted form
Proclaimed him worn wit...

Jerusalem awakes,
Her giant shadows flee;
Night's sentinel forsakes
The hills of Galilee:
...

On seeing an ancient picture of a beautiful lady. How loudly rang her ready praise
In her ances...

And after they had mocked him, they took the robe off from him, and put his own raimant on him;...

"AND HE AROSE AND REBUKED THE WIND, AND SAID UNTO THE SEA, PEACE, BE STILL." Night mantles Ju...

The dawn hath broke on Solyma,
Yet in her streets sits wan despair;
The temple greets the ear...

Darkly o'er thee, Palestine!
Hangs the mystic veil of night;
Land of Shinar, grief is thine,...

Symbol of shame--mysterious sign
Of groans, and agonies and blood,
Hail, pledge of love and ...

July 4, 1826. The trump of war rings loudly, yet
Burns brighter Glory's flame;
Where the So...

The shadowy reign of Time had passed away,
Systems had fled, and suns illumed no more.
The st...

Farewell to the scenes that my childhood has known,
The spot recollection reviews as its own;
...

'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone;
'Tis midnight; in th...

Home of my youth! With fond delight,
On thee doth recollection dwell;
Home of my youth! How g...

Peaceful rest, ye silent dead!
Rest, ye weary wanderers, rest;
Gentle is your earthly bed; ...