Thursday, January 1, 2004

An Ode In Blessed Memory Comments

Rating: 3.4

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A sudden bliss has seized my mind,
And to a mountain peak it carries me
Up where the wind's forgotten how to stir the trees;
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Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov
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Ratnakar Mandlik 30 August 2019

" love for the fatherland empowers The souls and hands of Russian sons" Great classic worthy of classic poem of the day.

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Air Atman In Ravi 30 August 2019

Beautiful.. nice words! !

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Uche Nwanze 30 August 2019

Insightful piece deserving of poem of the day.

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Dr Antony Theodore 30 August 2019

eyond steppes and mountains cast your gaze, Direct your soul toward those lands Where morning breaks upon dark night. wonderful poem in content, expressions and the use of words. thank u dear poetess. tony

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Aniruddha Pathak 30 August 2019

A well-crafted though rather long as most odes are, in 14 stanzas of ten lines each.. and so beautifully ending with the lines... 'Then, seeing her own men in flight, The moon, ashamed of their disgrace, Doth blush and hide her face in gloom. And glory flies in dark of night, With trumpets to all lands to herald The terrifying might of Rus'. '

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