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 ...
I had a passion when I was a child For a most pleasant idleness. In June, When the thick masses of the ...
The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune Fitfully on the skylight, and the shade Of the fast flying clouds across my ...
That 'Emerald Green of the Pyramid'-- Were I where it is laid, I'd ask no king for his heavy crown, As its hidden ...
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 ...
Lift up thine eyes, sweet Psyche! What is she That those soft fringes timidly should fall Before her, and thy spiritual brow Be ...
They said that I was strange. I could not bear Confinement, and I lov'd to feel the wind Blowing upon my forehead, ...
Winter is come again. The sweet south west Is a forgotten wind, and the strong earth Has laid aside its mantle to ...
On the cross-beam under the old south bellthe nest of a pigeon is builded well.In summer and winter that bird ...
It was a shady nook that I had found Deep in the greenwood. A delicious stream Ran softly by it on a ...
_Claudio_. Know you any Hero? _Hero_. None my lord! _As You Like it._ Gentle and modest Hero! I can see Her delicate figure, and ...
"Sleep, like a lover, woo thee, Isabel! And golden dreams come to thee, Like a spell By some sweet angel drawn! Noiseless hands shall seal ...
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 ...
Argument.-the poet starts from the bowling green to take his sweetheart up to Thompson's for an ice, or (if she ...
The evening star will twinkle presently. The last small bird is silent, and the bee Has gone into his hive, and 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 ...
Nay, lady, one frown is enoughin a life as soon over as this-and though minutes seem long in a huff,they're ...
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