The Tri-Portrait (Nathaniel Parker Willis Poems)
'Twas a rich night in June. The air was all Fragrance and balm, and the wet leaves were stirred By the soft ...
'Twas a rich night in June. The air was all Fragrance and balm, and the wet leaves were stirred By the soft ...
A DRAMATIC LYRICCome, give me back my life again, you heavy-handed Death!Uncrook your fingers from my throat, and let me ...
READ AT THE TWO HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARYIs it a weanling's weakness for the pastThat in the stormy, rebel-breeding town,Swept clean of ...
As the bright flowers start from their wintry tomb, I've sprung from the depths of futurity's gloom; With the glory of Hope ...
AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO MRS. L. A. W., OF LITTLE ROCK.OH how serenely soft that pale high brow,O'er which her clustering ...
I dreamt of love in the golden gloryOf youth unshadowed by cloud or care;Steeped in the love-lore of song and ...
There comes a time for flowers to fade, and light to die in gloom,There is a time for mortal bliss ...
Bright scenes must all depart as they've departed, Unshadowed years will fly as they have flown,And fairer visions leave us silent-hearted, Keen, ...
(To Oliver Wendell Holmes)Strange spell of youth for age, and age for youth,Affinity between two forms of truth!-As if the ...
THE two proud sisters of the sea,In glory and in doom!--Well may the eternal waters beTheir broad, unsculptured tomb!The wind ...
I dreamed of him last night, I saw his faceAll radiant and unshadowed of distress,And as of old, in music ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
LEFROY. This region is as lavish of its flowersAs heaven of its primrose blooms by night.This is the arum which ...
Lone did I go within the ancient place, With hush?d voice, and slow and reverent tread; While on the walls ...
WHAT lapse or accident of timeCan dull that soul's sonorous chimeWhich owns the priceless heritage -Youth's summer warmth in wintry ...
Press each on each, sweet wings, and roof me in Some clos?d cell to hold my weariness,Desired—as from unshadowed plains ...
OH, fatal fruits, nurtured with tears and blood! To taste your richness, we have given youth, Unshadowed mirth, and calm ...
THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main,-- The venturous bark that flings On the ...
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
I listen for him through the rain, And in the dusk of starless hours I know that he will come ...
I The air is silent save where stirs A bugling breeze among the firs; The virgin world in white array ...
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