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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
They said that I was strange. I could not bear Confinement, and I lov'd to feel the wind Blowing upon my forehead, ...
On the cross-beam under the old south bellthe nest of a pigeon is builded well.In summer and winter that bird ...
I have found violets. April hath come on, And the cool winds feel softer, and the rain Falls in the beaded drops ...
It was a mountain stream that with the leap Of its impatient waters had worn out A channel in the rock, and ...
I love to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old And ...
'Tis difficult to feel that she is dead. Her presence, like the shadow of a wing That is just given to the ...
She had been told that God made all the stars That twinkled up in heaven, and now she stood Watching the coming ...
She stood up in the meekness of a heart Resting on God, and held her fair young child Upon her bosom, with ...
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