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 ...
The humming-bird! the humming-bird!So fairy-like and bright:It lives among the sunny flowers,A creature of delight!In the radiant islands of the ...
Short space shall be hereafterEre April brings the hourOf weeping and of laughter,Of sunshine and of shower,Of groaning and of ...
MERRYMIND, Merrymind, whither art thou roaming? Merrymind, Merrymind, nay, art thou sleeping yet?Oh, to us, sweet minstrel dear, wilt thou not ...
Sing me a song with the ring of truth in it,Sing me a song with the freshness of youth in ...
I was dead, then alive.Weeping, then laughing.The power of love came into me,and I became fierce like a lion,then tender ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
1. It is still bright night in the Alps, and a cloud, Authoring joyfulness, covers the yawning valley. Playful ...
The brook leaps riotous with its life just found, That freshets from the mountain rains have fed, Beats at the ...
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