The Shunamite (Nathaniel Parker Willis Poems)
It was a sultry day of summer time. The sun pour'd down upon the ripen'd grain With quivering heat, and the suspended ...
It was a sultry day of summer time. The sun pour'd down upon the ripen'd grain With quivering heat, and the suspended ...
He sat by me in school. His face is now Vividly in my mind, as if he went From me but yesterday--its ...
I had a passion when I was a child For a most pleasant idleness. In June, When the thick masses of the ...
'Twas a rich night in June. The air was all Fragrance and balm, and the wet leaves were stirred By the soft ...
Down the green slope he bounded. Raven curls From his white shoulders by the winds were swept, And the clear color of ...
They said that I was strange. I could not bear Confinement, and I lov'd to feel the wind Blowing upon my forehead, ...
It was a shady nook that I had found Deep in the greenwood. A delicious stream Ran softly by it on a ...
I have found violets. April hath come on, And the cool winds feel softer, and the rain Falls in the beaded drops ...
Alone! alone! How drear it is Always to be alone! In such a depth of wilderness, The only thinking one! The waters in their ...
It was a mountain stream that with the leap Of its impatient waters had worn out A channel in the rock, and ...
She was not very beautiful, if it be beauty's test To match a classic model when perfectly at rest; And she did ...
Oh the merry May has pleasant hours, And dreamily they glide, As if they floated like the leaves Upon a silver tide. The trees ...
The evening star will twinkle presently. The last small bird is silent, and the bee Has gone into his hive, and the ...
She had been told that God made all the stars That twinkled up in heaven, and now she stood Watching the coming ...
Fleetly hath passed the year. The seasons cameduly as they are wont-the gentle spring,and the delicious summer, and the cool,rich ...
They may talk of love in a cottageand bowers of trellised vine-of nature bewitchingly simple,and milkmaids half divine;they may talk ...
Beautiful robin! with thy feathers red Contrasting sweetly with the soft green tree, Making thy little flights as thou art led By things ...
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