The Poems, Sacred, Passionate, And Humorous, Of Nathaniel Parker Willis by Nathaniel Parker Willis

The Poems, Sacred, Passionate, And Humorous, Of Nathaniel Parker Willis

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. 1844 Excerpt: ...pleading for thy mother, my sweet child And angels hear thee. But, if she was wrong'd, The sin be on the pride that sells its blood Coldly and only for this damning gold. Had I not offer'd youth first 1 Came I not, With my hands brimm'd with glory, to buy love And was I not denied? ISIDORE. Yet, dearest father, They forced her not to wed? LORD IVON. I call'd her back Myself from the church threshold, and, before Her mother and her kinsmen, bade her swear It was her own free choice to marry me. I show'd her my shrunk hand, and bade her think If that was like a bridegroom, and beware Of perjuring her chaste and spotless soul, If now she loved me not. ISIDORE.. What said she, sir 1 LORD IVON. Oh! they had made her even as themselves; And her young heart was colder than the slab Unsunn'd beneath Pentelicus. She press'd My wither'd fingers in her dewy clasp, And smiled up in my face, and chid "my lord" For his wild fancies, and led on! ISIDORE. And no Misgiving at the altar? LORD IVON. None! She swore To love and cherish me till death should part us, With a voice clear as mine. ISIDORE. And kept it, father! In mercy tell me so! Long ere my babe was born, my pride had ebb'd, And let my heart down to its better founts Of tenderness. I had no friends--not one! My love gush'd to my wife. I rack'd my brain To find her a new pleasure every hour--Yet not with me--I fear'd to haunt her eye! Only at night, when she was slumbering In all her beauty, I would put away The curtains till the pale night-lamp shone on her, And watch her through my tears. Parted as I gazed on them, and the name Of a young noble, who had been my guest, Stole forth in broken murmurs. I let fall The curtains silently, and left her there To slumber and dream on; and gliding forth Upon the ...

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Title:The Poems, Sacred, Passionate, And Humorous, Of Nathaniel Parker WillisFormat:PaperbackDimensions:80 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.17 inPublished:May 8, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217305075

ISBN - 13:9780217305075

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