Prometheus unbound,: A lyrical drama in four acts
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Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1898. Excerpt: ... The cold dark night, and never sleeps but when The shadow of thy spirit falls on her? Pro. I said all hope was vain but love: thou lovest. Pan. Deeply in truth; but the eastern star looks white, And Asia waits in that...
MoreBook may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1898. Excerpt: ... The cold dark night, and never sleeps but when The shadow of thy spirit falls on her? Pro. I said all hope was vain but love: thou lovest. Pan. Deeply in truth; but the eastern star looks white, And Asia waits in that far Indian vale The scene of her sad exile; rugged once And desolate and frozen, like this ravine; But now invested with fair flowers and herbs, And haunted by sweet airs and sounds, which flow 830 Among the woods and waters, from the aether Of her transforming presence, which would fade If it were mingled not with thine. Farewell! Act Second. Scene I. Morning. A lovely Vale in the Indian Caucasus. Asia alone. Asia. From all the blasts of Heaven thou hast descended: Yes, like a spirit, like a thought, which makes Unwonted tears throng to the horny eyes, And beatings haunt the desolated heart, Which should have learnt repose: thou hast descended Cradled in tempests; thou dost wake, O spring! O child of many winds! As suddenly Thou comest as the memory of a dream, Which now is sad because it hath been sweet; Like genius, or like joy which riseth up i o As from the earth, clothing with golden clouds The desert of our life. This is the season, this the day, the hour; At sunrise thou shouldst come, sweet sister mine, Too long desired, too long delaying, come! How like death-worms the wingless moments crawl! The point of one white star is quivering still Deep in the orange light of widening morn Beyond the purple mountains: through a chasm Of wind-divided mist the darker lake 20 Reflects it: now it wanes: it gleams again As the waves fade, and as the burning threads Of woven cloud unravel in pale air: 'Tis lost! and through yon peaks of cloudlike snow The roseate sunlight quivers: hear I not The iEolian music of her sea-green plumes Winnowing the crimson dawn? Panthea enters...
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