Anselmo To Isadora (Peter John Allan Poems)
We do not know each other—'tis the phraseOf the cold, artful world which I abhor;But in my heart I hear ...
We do not know each other—'tis the phraseOf the cold, artful world which I abhor;But in my heart I hear ...
'Tis now the solemn hour when spirits comeTo alarm credulity—'tis now the hourWhen disembodied ghosts have awful powerTo burst the ...
AH yes! the hours, in verdure dress'd,Dance lightly on the plain;And, peeping from its mossy nest,Glad April sees his fragrant ...
From the recesses of a lowly spiritMy humble prayer ascends—O Father! hear it!Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, Forgive ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
A Chief Of The Indian Tribes, The Tuscaroras.On Looking At His Portrait By WeirCOOPER, whose name is with his country's ...
I cannot find Thee! still on restless pinionMy spirit beats the void where Thou dost dwell:I wander lost through all ...
Gaunt in gloom, The pale stars their torches, Enshrouded, wave. Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume, Arches on soaring ...
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