On Seeing A Beautiful Boy At Play (Nathaniel Parker Willis Poems)
Down the green slope he bounded. Raven curls From his white shoulders by the winds were swept, And the clear color of ...
Down the green slope he bounded. Raven curls From his white shoulders by the winds were swept, And the clear color of ...
There is a book, which we may call(Its excellence is such)Alone a library, though small;The ladies thumb it much.Words none, ...
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,His face unshaven, and none the less,His hearty laugh and ...
Sixty mile back,Edging the ooze of the estuary mosses - sheepOne side on fire from the level sun; hedgesClinkering ginger; ...
Wreck not the ageing heart of quietness,With alien uproar and rude jolly cries,Which satyr like to a mild maidens pride,Ripens ...
The frozen dream lakesenvisioned one Christmas Eve,the water's morning glintthrough the blindness of a solid wall,a wall solid brick, stacked ...
The drop seeps wholefrom boulder-lichenor ledge moss and drops,joining, to trickle,run, fall, dash,sprawl in held deeps,to rush shallows, spillthin through ...
I have not any fearful tale to tellOf fabled giant or of dragon-claw,Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sellTo ...
Once again within the city, 'mid its multitudinous din, Stand I, while, as sinks a leaf when left by the ...
Beautiful Florida! land of the flowers,Home of the mocking bird, saucy and bold,Sweet are the roses that perfume thy bowers,And ...
I SEE the hell of faces surge and whirl, Like malestrom in the ocean--faces lean And fleshless as the talons ...
But ere heaven's cressets burn along its plain,The Master comes. And as a man, all nightLull'd in a room full ...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
I hear a whistling Through the water. Little Emmett Won't be still. He keeps floating Round the darkness, Edging through ...
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
Cried the navy-blue ghost Of Mr. Belaker The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker, "Why did the cock crow, Why am I lost, ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
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