Lament Of The Indian (Peter John Allan Poems)
Thou ancient pine! beneath whose lofty shade, Pensive I watch the sun's declining ray,Thy glorious crown no scorching sun can fade, Nor ...
Thou ancient pine! beneath whose lofty shade, Pensive I watch the sun's declining ray,Thy glorious crown no scorching sun can fade, Nor ...
October's leaf was sere; The day was dark and drear.Wild war was loosed in rage o'er our quiet country then; When at ...
WHAT song is best for the soldiers?Take no heed of the words, nor choose yon the style of the story;Let ...
My white canoe, like the silvery air O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls When the moons of the world are ...
'I know where the timid fawn abidesIn the depths of the shaded dell,Where the leaves are broad and the thicket ...
There moves a sad processionAcross the silent vale,With backward-glancing eyes of grief,And tearful cheeks all pale.Scatter'd and slow, without array,With ...
They come!--Be firm--in silence rally!The long-knives our retreat have found!Hark!--their tramp is in the valley,And they hem the forest round!The ...
'Twas a cloudless morn and the sun shone bright,And dewdrops sparkled clear;And the hills and the vales of this Western ...
Soldat Jacques Bonhomme LoquiturSee you that stretch of shell-torn mud spotted with pools of mire,Crossed by a burst abandoned trench and ...
Here, from this little hillock, in days long since gone by,Glanced over hill and valley the Sachem's eagle eye;His were ...
Wake not again the cannon's thundrous voice,Nor to the breeze throw out the stars and stripes;'Tis not the time to ...
Plod on, poor frozen Fritzes,Plod on, poor frozen frau:You who invented blitzesAre in the business now.Your Ribbentrops, your PapensGave you ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
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