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 ...
Drawn up in three divisions, soon as the English foundThat the Frenchmen were advancing, they started from the ground,Alarm'd, and burning in ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
To what shall we compare the happiness of youth?When all things are fair unto our eyes, and the blos- soms of ...
There lay in the shade of a cypress tree, A pilgrim dark from a far country; His eyes were bright with a ...
The fairy world is just like ours-There bloom again our faded flowers;Transplanted hence by magic spell-And how, I know - ...
Open, ye gates of Paradise, Be sheathed, O flaming sword.She comes, the gentle sinless child, To meet her sinless Lord.Ye angels, greet ...
Love caught me (yet a little boy),And bound me with his chains of joy;Then with his fillet sealed mine eyes,To ...
Where linger my love? In what peaceful valeOf the land of dreams is she lingering now,Where the spirit sad of ...
WHEN we steal from the selfish world awayTo dream of fame through the live-long day,In the dusky shade of the ...
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 ...
If woman's eyes were sealed in night,And ne'er again might charm our sight With glance divine,How many a heart now wrung ...
Farewell, poor little winged flower, Thy joyous life is o'er;Thy sisters of the meadow now Shall welcome thee no more;Those pinions that ...
I CARE not for the azure eyes,Which look not on their kindred skiesWith all the holy sympathiesThat only song can ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories