The poems, sacred, passionate, and humorous by Nathaniel Parker WillisThe poems, sacred, passionate, and humorous by Nathaniel Parker Willis

The poems, sacred, passionate, and humorous

byNathaniel Parker Willis

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1849 edition. Excerpt: ...Is full of spirits in these mighty fanes, And they walk with you! As it sultrier grew, I laid me down within a shadow deep Of a tall column of the Parthenon, And, in an absent idleness of thought, I scrawl'd upon the smooth and marble base. Tell me, O memory, what wrote I there? The name of a sweet child I knew at Rome! I was in Asia. 'Twas a peerless night Upon the plains of Sardis, and the moon, Touching my eyelids through the wind-stirr'd tent, Had witch'd me from my slumber. I arose And silently stole forth, and by the brink Of " gold Pactolus," where his waters bathe The bases of Cybele's columns fair, I paced away the hours. In wakeful mood I mused upon the storied past awhile, Watching the moon, that, with the same mild eye, Had look'd upon the mighty Lydian kings Sleeping around me--Croesus, who had heap'd Within that mouldering portico his gold, And Gyges, buried with his viewless ring Beneath yon swelling tumulus--and then I loiter'd up the valley to a small And humbler ruin, where the undefiled " Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not denied their garments: and they 6hali walk with me in white: for they are worthy."--Revelation iii. 4. Of the Apocalypse their garments kept Spotless; and crossing with a conscious awe The broken threshold, to my spirit's eye It seem'd as if, amid the moonlight, stood "The angel of the church of Sardis" still! And I again pass'd onward, and as dawn Paled the bright morning-star, I laid me down Weary and sad beside the river's brink, And 'twixt the moonlight and the rosy morn, Wrote with my finger in the "golden sands." Tell me, O memory, what wrote I there? The name of the.sweet child I knew at Rome! The dust is old upon my "sandal-shoon," And...
Title:The poems, sacred, passionate, and humorousFormat:PaperbackDimensions:82 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.17 inPublished:June 26, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217129137

ISBN - 13:9780217129138