I love to go and mingle with the young In the gay festal room--when every heart Is beating faster than the merry… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness. — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition. — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
T is the work of many a dark hour, many a prayer, to bring the heart back from an infant gone. — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
There is a gentle element, and man may breathe it with a calm, unruffled soul, and drink its living waters, till his… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
O, when the heart is, full, when bitter thoughts come crowding thickly up for utterance, and the poor common words of courtesy… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
Wisdom, sits alone, topmost in heaven: she is its light, its God; and in the heart of man she sits as high,… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth! — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
I love to go and mingle with the young In the gay festal room--when every heart Is beating faster than the merry tune, And… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
Your love in a cottage is hungry, Your vine is a nest for flies- Your milkmaid shocks the Graces, And simplicity talks of pies!… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution, is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed. — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
How beautiful it is for a man to die Upon the walls of Zion! to be called Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, To… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
If e'er I win a parting token, 'Tis something that has lost its power-- A chain that has been used and broken, A ruin'd… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
The expressive word "quiet" defines the dress, manners, bow, and even physiognomy of every true denizen of St. James and Bond street. — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
Fine taste is an aspect of genius itself, and is the faculty of delicate appreciation, which makes the best effects of art our own. — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
