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 ...
'Tis well you think me truly one of those,Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things;For surely as I feel the ...
Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
Death is a road our dearest friends have gone; Why with such leaders, fear to say, "Lead on?" Its gate ...
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