Lines Suggested By A Conversation (Peter John Allan Poems)
The angels best beloved of Heaven,Stand ever nearest to the throne;To these, and but to these, is given,Unveil'd their glorious ...
The angels best beloved of Heaven,Stand ever nearest to the throne;To these, and but to these, is given,Unveil'd their glorious ...
O Father! Thou dost love, Thou canst not hate, It is Thy very nature to be blest In giving all Thy creatures ...
Direct your glass towards the frigates.The clock's hands are stayed this quarter-hour.You have one more skull to caressBefore the routing ...
Oh, ye who gaze with tolerant meinUpon the song I sing, as tolerantlyI smile with understanding-At thy understanding!No music would ...
Upon the painter's easel standsThe latest picture from his hands.The canvas shows a sunset glowReflected in the lake below,While mountains ...
Buttercups and daisies growing everywhere,In the field of clover, on the hillside fair,And in lovely valley, tilled with greatest care.Naught ...
The audience entire seemed pleased--indeed_Extremely_ pleased. And little Maymie, freedFrom her task of instructing, ran to showHer wondrous colored picture ...
So he took her as anointedIn the part he had appointed,She was lips for smiling faintly,Eyes to look and level ...
Psalm lv. 6.I ask not wingsThat I may flee to bright and far off isles,Where nature ever smiles,Those isles of ...
There was snow that afternoon covering the roadwhich twisted toward the secretof water, the mysterious surgeof sludge & loam, the ...
It was a night of smell and dewWhen very old things seemed how new;When speech was softest in the stillAir ...
A painter, high in worldy fame, Was sought to reproduce by artA likeness of the man whose name Sent darts of anguish ...
The station is empty and desolate;A sick lamp wanly glows;Slowly puffs a goods engine,Slow yet alive with great energy;Drawing rumbling ...
The heavy train through the dim country went rolling, rolling, Interminably passing misty snow-covered plough-land ridges That merged in the snowy sky; ...
My reading is extremely deep and wide;And as our modern education goes-Unique I think, and skilfully appliedTo Art and Industry ...
As thou sittest thereSkerry-bound and fair,Mountains high around and ocean's deep before thee,On thee casts her spellSaga, that shall tellOnce ...
ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL.I' ho gi(Michelangelo Buonarroti)
Upon the City Ramparts, lit up by sunset gleam,The Blue eyes that conquer, meet the Darker eyes that dream.The Dark ...
To Mrs. WeigallInto the stricken house who steals on quiet feet And sudden brings the sunshine it used to wear?Whose is ...
Not to play,not to waste time,you come to meet me.-- Painting no paintings, reading nobooks, doing no work --and two ...
Lady with thine eyes of beautyRivaling cerulean flowers,Where the love-beams seem to linger,Throughout youth's bright, sunny hours.With thy smile of ...
O kid! with face of healthy tan,With lunch-bag, books and slate;You needn't long to be a man,Self-confident and great;For ever ...
It is not very long since first we met, Thy path and mine lay very far apart;We are not of one ...
Why are the sheoaks forever sighing? (Sheoaks that sigh when the wind is still)-Why are the dead hopes forever dying? (Dead hopes ...
TO ------. Bright Aspasia! say-how is it? Tell us with what spell is rife Smile of thine, whose briefest visit Wakes each dullest clod ...
By his evening fire the artist Pondered o'er his secret shame;Baffled, weary, and disheartened, Still he mused, and dreamed of fame.'T was ...
Behold, with my naked hands did I part my ribs,Baring my heart in a basin of scarlet.Into this did I ...
HE found the long room as it was of old,Glimmering with sunset's gold;That made the tapestries seem full of eyesStrange ...
Her eyes are bright as sparkling stars,And as the violet blue;In them celestial beauty lies,The soul-light flashing through.No painter, how ...
Awake! the dawn is on the hills!Behold, at her cool throat a rose,Blue-eyed and beautiful she goes,Leaving her steps in ...
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