Top 25 Quotes by Nathaniel Parker Willis of 62 - Page 3

There is no divining-rod whose dip shall tell us at twenty what we shall most relish at thirty.

There is no divining-rod whose dip shall tell us at twenty what we shall most relish at thirty.

Future, Dip, Twenties

Nathaniel Parker Willis (1849). “Rural Letters and Other Records of Thought at Leisure: Written in the Intervals of More Hurried Literary Labor”, p.90

We may believe that we shall know each other's forms hereafter; and in the bright fields of the better land call the lost dead to us.

Nathaniel Parker Willis

Future, Believe, Land

Nathaniel Parker Willis (1848). “Poems of Early and After Years”, p.73

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

Men, Luck, Mouths

The dust is old upon my "sandal-shoon," And still I am a pilgrim; I have roved From wild America to Bosphor's waters, And worshipp'd at innumerable shrines Of beauty; and the painter's art, to me, And sculpture, speak as with a living tongue, And of dead kingdoms, I recall the soul, Sitting amid their ruins.

Nathaniel Parker Willis

Travel, Art, Dust

Nathaniel Parker Willis (1850). “Sacred Poems”, p.171

Your love in a cottage is hungry, Your vine is a nest for flies- Your milkmaid shocks the Graces, And simplicity talks of pies! You lie down to your shady slumber And wake with a bug in your ear, And your damsel that walks in the morning Is shod like a mountaineer.

Nathaniel Parker Willis

Life, Morning, Lying

Nathaniel Parker Willis (1850). “Sacred Poems”, p.257

How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.

Nathaniel Parker Willis

Heart, Ambition, Devil

Nathaniel Parker Willis (1840). “Letters from under a bridge: And poems”, p.225

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

Appreciation, Art, Genius

The Spring is here--the delicate footed May, With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers, And with it comes a thirst to be away. In lovelier scenes to pass these sweeter hours.

Nathaniel Parker Willis

Spring, Flower, May

Nathaniel Parker Willis (1850). “The poetical works of N.P. Willis”, p.183

Spring is a beautiful piece of work; and not to be in the country to see it done is the not realizing what glorious masters we are, and how cheerfully, minutely, and unflaggingly the fair fingers of the season broider the world for us.

Nathaniel Parker Willis

Beautiful, Country, Spring

Nathaniel Parker Willis (1860). “Out-doors at Idlewild: Or, The Shaping of a Home on the Banks of the Hudson”, p.62