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 ...
It lies before me there, and my own breath Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside The living head ...
Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : ...
Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills ...
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