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 ...
Who is she, from whose haggard eyesThe deadly lightning of passion flies?She stands upon the Leucadian height,Gazing, entranced, on the ...
How sweet the sound of words divineFrom lips of innocence like thine!Fancy, whene'er that strain you sing,Delights to spread her ...
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