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 ...
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 ...
I was a wanderer in the land of dreams, And winged fancies met me by the way,Fairer than morning's beams;With the ...
I.Thou glorious painter of the thoughts that dwellIn the hot brain of genius, it was thineTo live in the delusion ...
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