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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.

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.

and while idling thus we rest, Repeat in verses sweet the tale which says How great Prometheus from Apollo's car Stole heaven's fire—a God–like gift for Man!

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

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, ()— Go not, dear Mother, from your Proserpine.

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