ISBN: 9788827812020

Pros. Dear Mother, leave me not! I love to rest Under the shadow of that hanging cave And listen to your tales. Your Proserpine Entreats you stay; sit on this shady bank, And as I twine a… Altro …

Pros. Dear Mother, leave me not! I love to rest Under the shadow of that hanging cave And listen to your tales. Your Proserpine Entreats you stay; sit on this shady bank, And as I twine a wreathe tell once again The combat of the Titans and the Gods; Or how the Python fell beneath the dart Of dread Apollo; or of Daphne's change,- That coyest Grecian maid, whose pointed leaves Now shade her lover's brow. And I the while Gathering the starry flowers of this fair plain Will weave a chaplet, Mother, for thy hair. But without thee, the plain I think is vacant, Its [Note: There is an apostrophe on the s.] blossoms fade,-its tall fresh grasses droop, Nodding their heads like dull things half asleep;- Go not, dear Mother, from your Proserpine. Digital Content>E-books>Classics>Coll Classics>Coll Classics, Youcanprint Digital >16<

ISBN: 9788827812020

The Hours have oped the palace of the dawn And through the Eastern gates of Heaven, Aurora Comes charioted on light, her wind-swift steeds, Winged with roseate clouds, strain up the steep… Altro …

The Hours have oped the palace of the dawn And through the Eastern gates of Heaven, Aurora Comes charioted on light, her wind-swift steeds, Winged with roseate clouds, strain up the steep She loosely holds the reins, her golden hair, Its strings outspread by the sweet orning breeze[, ] Blinds the pale stars. Our rural tasks begin; The young lambs bleat pent up within the fold, The herds low in their stalls, & the blithe cock Halloos most loudly to his distant mates. But who are these we see? these are not men, Divine of form & sple[n]didly rrayed, They sit in solemn conclave. Is that Pan, Our Country God, surrounded by his Fauns? And who is he whose crown of gold & harp Are attributes of high Apollo? Classics DE,GB,US,ES,IT,FR,MX English Literature, Youcanprint<

2002, ISBN: 9788827812020

The Hours have oped the palace of the dawn And through the Eastern gates of Heaven, Aurora Comes charioted on light, her wind-swift steeds, Winged with roseate clouds, strain up the steep… Altro …

The Hours have oped the palace of the dawn And through the Eastern gates of Heaven, Aurora Comes charioted on light, her wind-swift steeds, Winged with roseate clouds, strain up the steep She loosely holds the reins, her golden hair, Its strings o Classics, Fiction & Literature, Proserpine and Midas~~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley~~Classics~~Fiction & Literature~~9788827812020, en, Proserpine and Midas, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, 9788827812020, Youcanprint, 02/16/2018, , , , Youcanprint, 02/16/2018<

2018, ISBN: 9788827812020

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