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?
语言 英语 ● 格式 EPUB ● ISBN 9788827812020 ● 文件大小 0.5 MB ● 出版者 Youcanprint ● 发布时间 2018 ● 下载 24 个月 ● 货币 EUR ● ID 5608640 ● 复制保护 无