The Tales Of The Blest–A Vision (Peter John Allan Poems)
I STOOD upon a mountain, lip to lipWith rosy morning, and her breathing cameRefreshingly upon my fever'd brow;I felt my ...
I STOOD upon a mountain, lip to lipWith rosy morning, and her breathing cameRefreshingly upon my fever'd brow;I felt my ...
The morning broke with streams of welcome rain,Such as the two preceding ones had brought.Rain, that in tropic climes means ...
NOW are the days of greyness and of gloom; Now are the heavens expressionless and sad: Crisp winter has departed, yet the ...
In that land where the heaven-tinted pencil giveth shape to thesplendour of dreams,Near Florence, the fairest of cities, and Arno, ...
Opening the mists on a sudden through,An Avenue!Then, all one ferment of varied gold,With foam of plumes where the chamfrom ...
Over the hills and far away,A little boy steals from his morning playAnd under the blossoming apple-treeHe lies and he ...
Life wanes, and the bright sunlight of our youth Sets o'er the mountain-tops, where once Hope stood. O ...
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.Sweet child of fairy land! since first I dwelt, with tearful eye,Upon the page ...
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