Friday, May 6, 2011

Bacchus And Ariadne Comments

Rating: 2.8

The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking.
When Ariadne in her bower was waking;
Her eyelids still were closing, and she heard
But indistinctly yet a little bird.
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James Henry Leigh Hunt
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Khairul Ahsan 21 June 2018

A long poem but flows easily. Susan Williams' first sentence echoes my thoughts too.

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Susan Williams 21 June 2018

I enjoyed the liquid flow of the lines until they were interrupted by stars and numbers which leads me to think this is but a fragment of the original. I think I will google around for the whole poem.. if it exists.

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Edward Kofi Louis 21 June 2018

She left her father! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Great Reader 21 June 2018

Fiction in style, great poem, loved

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James Henry Leigh Hunt

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