Monday, April 5, 2010

The Greek Boy Comments

Rating: 3.4

Gone are the glorious Greeks of old,
Glorious in mien and mind;
Their bones are mingled with the mould,
Their dust is on the wind;
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William Cullen Bryant
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Kumarmani Mahakul 03 November 2017

Great write. Nice presentation.

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Savita Tyagi 03 November 2017

Beautiful! This is what makes poetry evergreen for all ages.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 03 November 2017

Timeless piece of literature.........thanks for sharing

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Bernard F. Asuncion 03 November 2017

Such an interesting poem by William Cullen Bryant....

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Amar Agarwala 03 November 2016

What a stunning powerful piece of literature... the poet's passion is so obvious! Wonderful read!

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Billy Armstrong 11 March 2018

Would you be able to elaborate a little more on the poems message?

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Nathan Coppedge 03 November 2016

Now, the American Golden Age: While they were floundering, I was pondering... No more wandering through the dark tunnels of grim determination... For no! It is time to grow! In a thousand-folded folds! For which we need an infinite fuel! (Perpetual motion) ---Nathan Coppedge

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Ratnakar Mandlik 03 November 2016

Thine ears have drunk the woodland strains. A brilliant piece of art. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Seamus O Brian 03 November 2016

Writing worthy of the greatness of the Age of Hellenism.

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Rajnish Manga 03 November 2016

Who can forget the contribution of ancient Greece and its great thinkers towards understanding of this world and towards motivating future generations to achieve scientific and intellectual excellence. But it is also true that over the past two millennia, it lost most of its sheen and glory. Nicely portrayed. Thank you, Sir. The forms they hewed from living stone Survive the waste of years, alone, And Greece, decayed, dethroned, doth see Her youth renewed in such as thee:

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Mihaela Pirjol 03 November 2016

Once Great - For ever Great! Great Ellada!

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Edward Kofi Louis 03 November 2016

In its shade! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 03 November 2016

The forms they hewed from living stone Survive the waste of years, alone, And, scattered with their ashes, show What greatness perished long ago. Nice lines... Thanks for sharing...

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