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English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Woodman, Spare That Tree!. Джордж Поуп Моррис.






George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис)

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Woodman, spare that tree!
 Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
 And I'll protect it now.
'Twas my forefather's hand
 That placed it near his cot;
There, woodman, let it stand,
 Thy axe shall harm it not.

That old familiar tree,
 Whose glory and renown
Are spread o'er land and sea—
 And wouldst thou hew it down?
Woodman, forebear thy stroke!
 Cut not its earth-bound ties;
Oh, spare that aged oak,
 Now towering to the skies!

When but an idle boy,
 I sought its grateful shade;
In all their gushing joy
 Here, too, my sisters played.
My mother kissed me here;
 My father pressed my hand—
Forgive this foolish tear,
 But let that old oak stand.

My heart-strings round thee cling,
 Close as thy bark, old friend!
Here shall the wild-bird sing,
 And still thy branches bend.
Old tree! the storm still brave!
 And, woodman, leave the spot;
While I've a hand to save,
 thy axe shall harm it not.

George Pope Morris’s other poems:

  1. The Deserted Bride
  2. Boat-Song
  3. Land-Ho!
  4. The Ball-Room Belle
  5. Woman




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