Peter John Allan

Peter John Allan Poems

When now, above the fragile bark,
The howling tempest gathered dark,
And wide the foaming billows spread,
...

The fairy world is just like ours-
There bloom again our faded flowers;
Transplanted hence by magic spell-
And how, I know - but must not tell.
...

BLUE-EYED saint from heaven low bending,
Grant, oh, grant a mortal's prayer,
From her broken heart ascending
Through the silent midnight air.
...

The Indian to the stake is tied,
There is courage in his eye;
And a smile has curled his lip of pride,
...

What recks it me of Gyges' lot?
His wealth and power I envy not.
...

Away, o'er the ocean depths, away,
Like a vulture fierce when he scents his prey,
The pirate ship is gone!
The sable flag its shadow threw
...

When from this prison-house of clay
My vexed spirit shall pass away,
To the mighty land of eternity,
...

God gave the eagle wings to soar
Aloft, and heaven's high arch explore
With keen undazzled sight.
God gave to man the winged mind,
...

Who says that power is bliss? The glory
Bought by a million's blood for one
To reign, to die, yet live in story-
...

Open, ye gates of Paradise,
Be sheathed, O flaming sword.
She comes, the gentle sinless child,
To meet her sinless Lord.
...

Where linger my love? In what peaceful vale
Of the land of dreams is she lingering now,
Where the spirit sad of the nightingale
...

Who is she, from whose haggard eyes
The deadly lightning of passion flies?
She stands upon the Leucadian height,
...

13.

I.
Oh, scan not too closely a heart that is thine,
Whatever its error or frailties may be ;
Believe not, my love, that it e'er could resign
...

I.

Leaving his mountain eyrie far behind,
On mighty pinions swiftly borne away,
...

I love the mournful music of the wind
Among the willows on an autumn eve,
Sighing as though some gentle spirit pined,
...

Hark! far amid the forest,
I hear the sharp axe ringing,
To earth the lordly hemlock(1)
Or stately pine-tree bringing.
...

Away! a man hath worshipp'd thee-
Hath knelt thy love to gain;
A bard hath wak'd his harp to thee
In many a glowing strain;
...

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 with pain,
...

Drawn up in three divisions, soon as the English
found
That the Frenchmen were advancing, they started
...

Before Granada's fated walls the Christian legions
stand,
A numerous and a valiant-but why a sullen band?
...

Peter John Allan Biography

Peter John Allan (June 6, 1825 – October 21, 1848) was a Canadian poet. Peter John Allan was born in York, England, the third son of Dr. Colin Allan and Jane Gibbon. Peter John Allan's father was Chief Medical Officer at Halifax before moving to Fredericton in 1836 upon his retirement. Growing up in Fredericton, Peter John briefly attended King's College but left before completing his degree. He then turned to the study of law. About the same time, he began to publish his compositions in the New Brunswick Reporter and Fredericton Advertiser, a local newspaper published by James Hogg. Allan began to plan the publication of a volume of poetry. He solicited enough subscriptions to underwrite the cost of publication and had completed the manuscript when he died suddenly in 1848 at Fredericton, following a brief illness. His poems were posthumously published in London in the summer of 1853 by his brother, and entitled The poetical remains of Peter John Allan. Influenced by the aesthetic concepts of the Romantic poets and especially by the style and versification of Lord Byron, Allan was able in his most effective poetry to break away from the moralistic attitudes and sentimental tone that had prevailed in locally written verse since the end of the 18th century. Allan was excited by the potential of man's imagination, by the range of experience that imagination offered to human consciousness, and by the relationship between the natural world and ideal reality, which only the imagination opened to human awareness. In his best poems, Allan used this intense sensitivity to ideal reality to control the rush of emotion he felt when confronted with the sensual beauty of nature. This control gave an intellectual toughness to his verse that was missing in the verses of contemporary Maritime poets such as Joseph Howe and Mary Jane Katzmann, who approached nature poetry by way of sentimentalism. The new note struck by Allan's verse was probably noticed by few. It had an immediate if muted effect on James Hogg's poetry, but it was not until the early verses of Charles G.D. Roberts and Bliss Carman that once again intellectual perception and emotional sensitivity were to be found in so subtle a balance in the poetry of Maritime Canada.)

The Best Poem Of Peter John Allan

Danae- A Fragment From Simonides

When now, above the fragile bark,
The howling tempest gathered dark,
And wide the foaming billows spread,
Danäe, wild with rising fears,
Her eyes bedew'd with bitter tears,
Round Perseus threw her arms, and said:-

'Thou durst not guess, O babe divine!
The griefs that rend this heart of mine;
Thou sleepest on thy mother's breast,
Nor knowest how weak a bark is ours,
Nor dread'st the angry ocean's powers-
The winds but lullaby thy rest.

'Wrapt in thy little cloak, my child,
Thou heed'st not the waters wild,
As o'er thy long dark hair they sweep;
My love, my life! if thou couldst see
Thy hapless mother's misery,
Those slumb'ring eyes would learn to weep.

'Yet sleep, my boy-I charge thee sleep,
And slumber thou, resistless deep,
And sleep ye, too, my many woes;
Oh! grant, great Jove, a mother's prayer,
My Perseus in thy mercy spare
(Rash wish!) to punish Danäe foes.'

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