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 ...
I.Oh, scan not too closely a heart that is thine,Whatever its error or frailties may be ;Believe not, my love, ...
I.Thou glorious painter of the thoughts that dwellIn the hot brain of genius, it was thineTo live in the delusion ...
What mean the mournful wailings heard 'mid Scotia's mountains blue?What mean the grievous groans that pass her twilight valleys through?The spirits of ...
The angels best beloved of Heaven,Stand ever nearest to the throne;To these, and but to these, is given,Unveil'd their glorious ...
Not such thy sleep in my embrace reclining,Thy lips to mine in guilty kisses prest;Nor did I slumber thus in ...
Who says that power is bliss? The gloryBought by a million's blood for oneTo reign, to die, yet live in ...
MILD evening's dewy azure sleeps softly in your eyes,And darkly brown and beautiful thy tresses down- ward fall,Like a gushing of ...
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