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 ...
To what shall we compare the happiness of youth?When all things are fair unto our eyes, and the blos- soms of ...
What recks it me of Gyges' lot?His wealth and power I envy not. My beard with scented oils shall shine,The rose ...
The idle pomp of Persian state,All ceremonious airs I hate;Your costly wreathes I would not seeTwined with laborious care for ...
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