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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley 
Proserpine and Midas 

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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 morning 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 arrayed,
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?
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Språk Engelska ● Formatera EPUB ● ISBN 9788892569966 ● Filstorlek 0.6 MB ● Utgivare Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley ● Publicerad 2016 ● Nedladdningsbara 24 månader ● Valuta EUR ● ID 5176767 ● Kopieringsskydd Social DRM

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