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 ...
Peter John Allan Poems on Mind (13 Poems)
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 ...
Anselmo To Isadora (Peter John Allan Poems)
We do not know each other—'tis the phraseOf the cold, artful world which I abhor;But in my heart I hear ...
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 ...
Apostophe To The memory Of Byron (Peter John Allan Poems)
I.Thou glorious painter of the thoughts that dwellIn the hot brain of genius, it was thineTo live in the delusion ...
A Dream Of Destruction (Peter John Allan Poems)
DEEP in the forest glade I laid me downAnd slept; then did this vision come upon meSublimely terrible! Methought I sawThe ...
The Incantation (Peter John Allan Poems)
Oh! silent lute, when will thy silver chordsGive the light wings of melody to words—Words sweet as are the lips ...
A Fragment (Peter John Allan Poems)
Away, o'er the ocean depths, away,Like a vulture fierce when he scents his prey, The pirate ship is gone!The sable flag ...
The Soldier’s Brother–A Ballad (Peter John Allan Poems)
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 ...
To Laurestine (Peter John Allan Poems)
How bright and beautiful art thou, Dear little fairy creature,With moon-like eyes and sunny brow, Hope moulding ev'ry feature!When through the house, ...
The Sons Of Song (Peter John Allan Poems)
WHEN we steal from the selfish world awayTo dream of fame through the live-long day,In the dusky shade of the ...
Address Of The Spirit Of Margaret To Faust (Peter John Allan Poems)
Not such thy sleep in my embrace reclining,Thy lips to mine in guilty kisses prest;Nor did I slumber thus in ...
A Thought (Peter John Allan Poems)
God gave the eagle wings to soarAloft, and heaven's high arch explore With keen undazzled sight.God gave to man the winged ...