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Nathaniel Parker Willis
January 20, 1806 - January 20, 1867
Poetry Listing
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Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Child's First Impression Of A Star. | She had been told that God made all the stars | | 25 | 296 | | 2: | A Portrait. | She was not very beautiful, if it be beauty's test | | 24 | 273 | | 3: | A Portrait. | She's beautiful! Her raven curls | | 42 | 257 | | 4: | Andre's Request. | It is not the fear of death | | 24 | 273 | | 5: | April. | I have found violets. April hath come on, | | 36 | 360 | | 6: | City Lyrics | Come out, love, the night is enchanting! | | 32 | 1066 | | 7: | Contemplation. | They are all up - the innumerable stars - | | 64 | 265 | | 8: | Dedication Hymn. | The perfect world by Adam trod, | | 16 | 226 | | 9: | Discrimination. | I used to love a radiant girl - | | 24 | 253 | | 10: | Hero. | Gentle and modest Hero! I can see | | 32 | 258 | | 11: | Idleness. | The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune | | 82 | 289 | | 12: | Isabel. | They said that I was strange. I could not bear | | 40 | 240 | | 13: | January 1, 1828 | Fleetly hath passed the year. The seasons came | | 27 | 1020 | | 14: | January 1, 1828. | Fleetly hath past the year. The seasons came | | 27 | 252 | | 15: | January 1, 1829. | Winter is come again. The sweet south west | | 39 | 265 | | 16: | Lassitude. | I will throw by my book. The weariness | | 29 | 252 | | 17: | Little Florence Gray | I was in Greece. It was the hour of noon, | | 64 | 867 | | 18: | Love In A Cottage | They may talk of love in a cottage | | 32 | 934 | | 19: | May. | Oh the merry May has pleasant hours, | | 32 | 362 | | 20: | Mere Accident. | It was a shady nook that I had found | | 36 | 322 | | 21: | On A Picture Of Children Playing. By Fisher. | I love to look on a scene like this, | | 32 | 263 | | 22: | On Seeing A Beautiful Boy At Play. | Down the green slope he bounded. Raven curls | | 51 | 301 | | 23: | On Seeing Through A Distant Window A Belle Completing Her Toilet For A Ball. | Tis well - 'tis well - that clustering shade | | 42 | 252 | | 24: | On The Death Of Edward Payson, D.D. | A servant of the living God is dead! | | 40 | 267 | | 25: | On The Death Of Miss Fanny V. Apthorp. | Tis difficult to feel that she is dead. | | 26 | 245 | | 26: | Parrhasius | There stood an unsold captive in the mart, | | 172 | 900 | | 27: | Psyche, Before The Tribunal Of Venus. | Lift up thine eyes, sweet Psyche! What is she | | 43 | 280 | | 28: | Roaring Brook: - Cheshire, Con. | It was a mountain stream that with the leap | | 33 | 293 | | 29: | Scene In Gethsemane. | The moon was shining yet. The Orient's brow, | | 50 | 249 | | 30: | Sketch Of A Schoolfellow. | He sat by me in school. His face is now | | 93 | 242 | | 31: | Song. | Sleep, like a lover, woo thee, | | 32 | 290 | | 32: | Sonnet. | Storm had been on the hills. The day had worn | | 14 | 275 | | 33: | Sonnet. | Elegance floats about thee like a dress, | | 14 | 279 | | 34: | Sonnet. | Beautiful robin! with thy feathers red | | 14 | 251 | | 35: | Sonnet. | Exquisite Laura! with thy pouting lip, | | 14 | 233 | | 36: | Sonnet. | There was a beautiful spirit in her air, | | 14 | 260 | | 37: | Sonnet. Winter. | The frozen ground looks gray. 'Twill shut the snow | | 14 | 269 | | 38: | Starlight. | The evening star will twinkle presently. | | 26 | 322 | | 39: | The Annoyer | Love knoweth every form of air, | | 40 | 941 | | 40: | The Annoyer. | Love knoweth every form of air, | | 40 | 373 | | 41: | The Baptism. | She stood up in the meekness of a heart | | 21 | 238 | | 42: | The Belfry Pigeon | On the cross-beam under the Old South bell | | 50 | 902 | | 43: | The Declaration | Twas late, and the gay company was gone, | | 24 | 953 | | 44: | The Declaration. | Twas late, and the gay company was gone, | | 24 | 302 | | 45: | The Earl's Minstrel. | I had a passion when I was a child | | 93 | 259 | | 46: | The Serenade. | Innocent dreams be thine! The silver night | | 23 | 262 | | 47: | The Shunamite.[A] | It was a sultry day of summer time. | | 112 | 286 | | 48: | The Solitary. | Alone! alone! How drear it is | | 40 | 272 | | 49: | The Table Of Emerald. | That 'Emerald Green of the Pyramid' - | | 64 | 269 | | 50: | The Torn Hat | There’s something in a noble boy, | | 50 | 919 | | 51: | The Tri-Portrait. | Twas a rich night in June. The air was all | | 84 | 362 | | 52: | To A Belle. | All that thou art, I thrillingly | | 48 | 236 | | 53: | To A Bride. | Pass thou on! for the vow is said | | 36 | 242 | | 54: | To A Sleeping Boy. | Sleep on! Sleep on! beguiling | | 44 | 305 | | 55: | To Giulia Grisi | When the rose is brightest, | | 9 | 934 | | 56: | To Helen In A Huff | Nay, lady, one frown is enough | | 18 | 924 | | 57: | Twenty-Two. | I'm twenty-two - I'm twenty-two - | | 56 | 257 | | 58: | Unseen Spirits | The shadows lay along Broadway, | | 30 | 911 |
About:
Nathaniel Parker Willis (January 20, 1806 - January 20, 1867) was an American author and editor who had worked with notable American writers including Harriet Jacobs and Edgar Allan Poe.
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