Poems by Nathaniel Parker Willis

Argument. - The poet starts from the Bowling Green to take his sweetheart up to Thompson’s for an ice, or (if she is inclined for more) ices. He confines his muse to matters which any every-day man and young woman may see in taking the same promenade

Fleetly hath passed the year. The seasons came

I was in Greece. It was the hour of noon,

They may talk of love in a cottage

There stood an unsold captive in the mart,

Common as light is love,

On the cross-beam under the Old South bell

!’Twas late, and the gay company was gone,

There’s something in a noble boy,

When the rose is brightest,

Nay, lady, one frown is enough

The shadows lay along Broadway,