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 ...
I. NOON.White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,Light mists, whose soft embraces keepThe sunshine on the hills asleep!O isles of ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
UPON the landscape of his coming lifeA youth high-gifted gazed, and found it fair:The heights of work, the floods of ...
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