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Midas, Act II.

Midas

Proserpine act II.

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There all is night! No God like that (pointing to the sun) smiles on the Elysian plains, The air [is] windless, and all shapes are still.

Shelley, Mary. Proserpine and Midas ( illustrated ) . Edición de Kindle.

Farewel, sweet child, Queen of the nether world, There shine as chaste Diana's silver car Islanded in the deep circumfluous night.

Shelley, Mary. Proserpine and Midas ( illustrated ) . Edición de Kindle.

"“For English Romanticism—and this is one of its most distinctive merits—had no exclusiveness about it. It was too spontaneous, one would almost say, too unconscious, ever to be clannish. It grew, untrammelled by codes, uncrystallized into formulas, a living thing always, not a subject-matter for grandiloquent manifestoes and more or less dignified squabbles.” (not Shelley, but the editor, who is tedious)

main:— When suddenly I heard the thundering tread Of iron hoofed steeds trampling the ground, And a faint shriek that made my blood run cold. I saw the King of Hell in his black car, And in his arms he bore your fairest child, Fair as the moon encircled by the night,—

Shelley, Mary. Proserpine and Midas ( illustrated ) . Edición de Kindle.

The springs decrease;—the fields whose delicate green Was late her chief delight, now please alone, Because they, withered, seem to share her grief.

Shelley, Mary. Proserpine and Midas ( illustrated ) . Edición de Kindle.

Like spirits that lie In the azure sky, When they love, but live no more.

Shelley, Mary. Proserpine and Midas ( illustrated ) . Edición de Kindle.