The Earl’s Minstrel (Nathaniel Parker Willis Poems)
I had a passion when I was a child For a most pleasant idleness. In June, When the thick masses of the ...
I had a passion when I was a child For a most pleasant idleness. In June, When the thick masses of the ...
The beating of the guns grows louder.'Not long, boys, now.'My heart burns whiter, fearfuller, prouder;Hurricanes growAs guns redouble their fire.Through ...
It cannot beRose, violet, lily,Their crushed life should retain,Flowers that recall thy sweetness be ensouled,And thou distil to nothing, thou ...
A league and a league from the trenches — from the traversed maze of the lines,Where daylong the sniper watches ...
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
October 14: 1066'Gyrth, is it dawn in the sky that I see? or is all the sky blood?Heavy and sore ...
Who rules these lands? the Pilgrim said."Stranger, Queen Blanchelys.""And who has thus harried them?" he said."It was Duke Luke did ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens; The race is all over, ...
The Eastern day was well-nigh o'er When, parched with thirst and travel sore, Two of McPherson's flanking corps Across the ...
I KNOW not of what we ponder'd Or made pretty pretence to talk, As, her hand within mine, we ...
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, And howlest, issuing out of night, With blasts ...
The swart smoke geni with his heart aglow, And all his giant strength and vigour strung,To help our toiling lower ...
Of old, on her terrace at evening - not here - in some long-gone kingdom oh, folded close to her ...
Of old, on her terrace at evening …not here…in some long-gone kingdom O, folded close to her breast!… —our gaze ...
THIS is the year's despair: some wind last night Utter'd too soon the irrevocable word, And the leaves heard it, ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, And howlest, issuing out of night, With blasts that blow the poplar white, And ...
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire from frozen cloud, heavy ...
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