Parrhasius (Nathaniel Parker Willis Poems)
There stood an unsold captive in the mart,a gray-haired and majestical old man,chained to a pillar. It was almost night,and ...
There stood an unsold captive in the mart,a gray-haired and majestical old man,chained to a pillar. It was almost night,and ...
It was a sultry day of summer time. The sun pour'd down upon the ripen'd grain With quivering heat, and the suspended ...
'Twas a rich night in June. The air was all Fragrance and balm, and the wet leaves were stirred By the soft ...
The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune Fitfully on the skylight, and the shade Of the fast flying clouds across my ...
'They are all up--the innumerable stars-- And hold their place in heaven. My eyes have been Searching the pearly depths through which ...
That 'Emerald Green of the Pyramid'-- Were I where it is laid, I'd ask no king for his heavy crown, As its hidden ...
Down the green slope he bounded. Raven curls From his white shoulders by the winds were swept, And the clear color of ...
The moon was shining yet. The Orient's brow, Set with the morning star, was not yet dim; And the deep silence which ...
I'm twenty-two--I'm twenty-two-- They gaily give me joy, As if I should be glad to hear That I was less a boy. They do ...
All that thou art, I thrillingly And sensibly do feel; For my eye doth see, and my ear doth hear, And my heart ...
She's beautiful! Her raven curls Have broken hearts in envious girls-- And then they sleep in contrast so, Like raven feathers upon snow, And ...
'Tis well--'tis well--that clustering shade Is on thy forehead sweetly laid; And that light curl that slumbers by Makes deeper yet thy depth ...
It was a shady nook that I had found Deep in the greenwood. A delicious stream Ran softly by it on a ...
I love to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old And ...
She was not very beautiful, if it be beauty's test To match a classic model when perfectly at rest; And she did ...
Common as light is love,and its familiar voice wearies not ever.-Shelley.Love knoweth every form of air,and every shape of earth,and ...
'Tis difficult to feel that she is dead. Her presence, like the shadow of a wing That is just given to the ...
They may talk of love in a cottageand bowers of trellised vine-of nature bewitchingly simple,and milkmaids half divine;they may talk ...
'Twas late, and the gay company was gone,and the light lay soft on the deserted roomfrom alabaster vases, and a ...
The perfect world by Adam trod, Was the first temple--built by God-- His fiat laid the corner stone, And heav'd its pillars, one ...
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