Sonnets (Peter John Allan Poems)
I.Leaving his mountain eyrie far behind, On mighty pinions swiftly borne away, The eagle bathes his plumage in the day—Such flight is ...
I.Leaving his mountain eyrie far behind, On mighty pinions swiftly borne away, The eagle bathes his plumage in the day—Such flight is ...
I STOOD upon a mountain, lip to lipWith rosy morning, and her breathing cameRefreshingly upon my fever'd brow;I felt my ...
We do not know each other—'tis the phraseOf the cold, artful world which I abhor;But in my heart I hear ...
Thou ancient pine! beneath whose lofty shade, Pensive I watch the sun's declining ray,Thy glorious crown no scorching sun can fade, Nor ...
Before Granada's fated walls the Christian legions stand,A numerous and a valiant—but why a sullen band?The politic, wise Ferdinand's injunctions they ...
I.Oh, scan not too closely a heart that is thine,Whatever its error or frailties may be ;Believe not, my love, ...
WRITTEN FOR MY DEAR LITTLE FRIEND, J. M. A LEAFLET fair, In the summer air, Had echoed the zephyr's laugh, And smiled full bright, In ...
DEEP in the forest glade I laid me downAnd slept; then did this vision come upon meSublimely terrible! Methought I sawThe ...
Oh! silent lute, when will thy silver chordsGive the light wings of melody to words—Words sweet as are the lips ...
Who is she, from whose haggard eyesThe deadly lightning of passion flies?She stands upon the Leucadian height,Gazing, entranced, on the ...
LOVER."Tell me not that she is dead,Motionless and cold;Her form was made for summer flowers,And not of common mould." MESSENGER."But summer ...
A WOUNDED warrior knelt apart, On the battle-field knelt he;There was anguish in his iron heart, And tears bedimm'd his ee.And wept ...
Not such thy sleep in my embrace reclining,Thy lips to mine in guilty kisses prest;Nor did I slumber thus in ...
Life is day, and death is night, Bringing with it deep, Never-ending sleep,And dreams that soothe the soul, or else affright.Life is ...
There lies a land beyond the wave Of time's tempestuous flood;Our dreary bank must be the grave, And Death our pilot good,If ...
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