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 ...
Ye brave, enduring Englishmen, Who dash through fire and flood,And spend with equal thoughtlessness Your money and your blood,I sing of that ...
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 ...
Huzza, my boys! our friends the Dutch have risen,Our good old friends, and burst the Tyrant's prison!Aye, and have done ...
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,-- ...
'Tis well you think me truly one of those,Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things;For surely as I feel the ...
Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the ...
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, : ...
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 ...
There is May in books forever; May will part from Spenser never; May's in Milton, May's in Prior, May's in ...
It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and ...
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce ...
Amazing monster! that, for aught I know, With the first sight of thee didst make our race For ever stare! ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and ...
Robin Hood is an outlaw bold Under the greenwood tree; Bird, nor stag, nor morning air Is more at large ...
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk ...
Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills ...
You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be ...
Jenny kiss'd me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get ...
Paupertas onus visa est grave. Cold blows the wind, and while the tear Bursts trembling from my swollen eyes, The ...
Jenny kiss'd me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get ...
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard ...
How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, ...
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the ...
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