Ariadne Waking (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 ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest Before it stained a single ...
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