Bacchus and Ariadne (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poems)
The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking.When Ariadne in her bower was waking;Her eyelids still were closing, and she ...
The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking.When Ariadne in her bower was waking;Her eyelids still were closing, and she ...
One day there fell in great Benares' temple-courtA wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ;"To him who loveth ...
Now sheath'd is the Sword that was wild as the blast:The Tempest of Slaughter and Terror is past;Old ALBION her ...
The Deed of Blood is o'er! And, hark, the Trumpet's mournful breath Low murmurs round it a Note of Death- The Mighty are ...
The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking,When Ariadne in her bower was waking;Her eyelids still were closing, and she ...
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind,Thus to be topped with leaves; -- to have a senseOf honour-shaded thought,-- ...
It lies before me there, and my own breath Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside The living head ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind, Thus to be topped with leaves;--to have a sense Of honour-shaded thought,--an ...
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day as his lions fought, sat looking ...
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