The poems, sacred, passionate, and humorous, of Nathaniel Parker Willis . s of New Haven 200 Extracts from a Poem delivered at Brown University in 1830. 210 The Torn Hat 214 To Laura W , two years of age 216 On the Death of a Young Girl 218 May 219 The Solitary 221 Sonnet 223 Acrostic—Sonnet 223 The Soldiers Widow 224 Starlight 226 On the Death of Edward Payson, D. D 227 January 1, 1828 228 January 1, 1829 230 Psyche before the Tribunal of Venus 231 On Seeing a Beautiful Boy at Play 233 Hero 235 Idleness 237 The Burial of the Champion of his Class, at Yale 240 Spring 242 On a Picture
The poems, sacred, passionate, and humorous, of Nathaniel Parker Willis . s of New Haven 200 Extracts from a Poem delivered at Brown University in 1830. 210 The Torn Hat 214 To Laura W , two years of age 216 On the Death of a Young Girl 218 May 219 The Solitary 221 Sonnet 223 Acrostic—Sonnet 223 The Soldiers Widow 224 Starlight 226 On the Death of Edward Payson, D. D 227 January 1, 1828 228 January 1, 1829 230 Psyche before the Tribunal of Venus 231 On Seeing a Beautiful Boy at Play 233 Hero 235 Idleness 237 The Burial of the Champion of his Class, at Yale 240 Spring 242 On a Picture of a Girl leading her Blind Mother through the Wood 243 Roaring Brook, (a passage of scenery in Connecticut) 245 An Apology for avoiding, after long separation, a woman once loved 246 To Helen in a Huff. 247 City Lyrics 248 To the Lady in the Chemisette with Black Buttons 250 ( viii ) Page. The Lady in the White Dress whom I helped into the Omnibus 252 The White Chip Hat 254 You know if it was = 255 Love in a Cottage 257 The Declaration 258 The Lady Jane 263. ,. i. > •* * 4 SACRED POEMS. THE HEALING OF THE DAUGHTER OF JAIRUS. Freshly the cool breath of the coming eve Stole through the lattice, and the dying girl Felt it upon her forehead. She had lain Since the hot noontide in a breathless trance— Her thin pale fingers claspd within the hand Of the heart-broken Ruler, and her breast. Like the dead marble, white and motionless. The shadow of a leaf lay on her lips, And, as it stirrd with the awakening wind, The dark lids lifted from her languid eyes, And her slight fingers moved, and heavily She turnd upon her pillow. He was there— The same loved, tireless watcher, and she lookd Into his face until her sight grew dim With the fast-falling tears; and, with a sigh Of tremulous weakness murmuring his name, She gently drew his hand upon her lips. And kissd it as she wept. The old man sunk Upon his knees, and in the drapery Of the rich curtains buried up his face;
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