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was grass-grown and the unremembered tears
were dry in laian for their honoured chief
who fell in byzant pierced by moslem spears | img2poems |
and blighting hope who with the news of death
struck body and soul as with a mortal blight
she saw between the chestnuts far beneath | img2poems |
and athanase her child who must have been
then three years old sate opposite and gazed
in patient silence | img2poems |
thus through his age dark cold and tempest-tossed
shone truth upon zonoras and he filled
from fountains pure nigh overgrown and lost | img2poems |
the youth as shadows on a grassy hill
outrun the winds that chase them soon outran
his teacher and did teach with native skill | img2poems |
so in the caverns of the forest green
or on the rocks of echoing ocean hoar
zonoras and prince athanase were seen | img2poems |
which pours beyond the sea one steadfast beam
whilst all the constellations of the sky
seemed reeling through the storm | img2poems |
'and the far sighings of yon piny dale
made vocal by some wind we feel not here
i bear alone what nothing may avail | img2poems |
'is faithful now the story of the feast
and agathon and diotima seemed
from death and dark forgetfulness released | img2poems |
loves then the shade of his own soul half seen
in any mirror or the spring's young minions
the winged leaves amid the copses green | img2poems |
'twas at this season that prince athanase
passed the white alps those eagle-baffling mountains
slept in their shrouds of snow beside the ways | img2poems |
which clanged along the mountain's marble brow
warped into adamantine fretwork hung
and filled with frozen light the chasms below | img2poems |
catch thee and feed from their o'erflowing bowls
thousands who thirst for thine ambrosial dew
thou art the radiance which where ocean rolls | img2poems |
in spring which moves the unawakened forest
clothing with leaves its branches bare and bleak
thou floatest among men and aye implorest | img2poems |
trembling in drops on the discoloured skin
of those who love their kind and therefore perish
in ghastly torture a sweet medicine | img2poems |
her hair was brown her sphered eyes were brown
and in their dark and liquid moisture swam
like the dim orb of the eclipsed moon | img2poems |
notes
_ strange edition deep edition
_ feed an bodleian manuscript feed on editions | img2poems |
rosalind
thou lead my sweet
and i will follow | img2poems |
first voice
but never bowed our snowy crest
as at the voice of thine unrest | img2poems |
the earth
how canst thou hear
who knowest not the language of the dead | img2poems |
prometheus
and what art thou
o melancholy voice | img2poems |
panthea
see how he lifts his mighty looks the heaven
darkens above | img2poems |
ione
he speaks
o shelter me | img2poems |
first fury
ha
i scent life | img2poems |
prometheus
i would not quit
this bleak ravine these unrepentant pains | img2poems |
mercury
alas
i wonder at yet pity thee | img2poems |
panthea
see where the child of heaven with winged feet
runs down the slanted sunlight of the dawn | img2poems |
prometheus
pain is my element as hate is thine
ye rend me now i care not | img2poems |
second fury
dost imagine
we will but laugh into thy lidless eyes | img2poems |
fifth fury
from the furnace white and hot
in which | img2poems |
panthea
alas
i looked forth twice but will no more | img2poems |
fury
blood thou canst see and fire and canst hear groans
worse things unheard unseen remain behind | img2poems |
prometheus
thy words are like a cloud of winged snakes
and yet i pity those they torture not | img2poems |
fury
thou pitiest them
i speak no more | img2poems |
panthea
alas
what sawest thou more | img2poems |
ione
more yet come one by one: the air around them
looks radiant as the air around a star | img2poems |
panthea
canst thou speak sister
all my words are drowned | img2poems |
prometheus
spirits
how know ye this shall be | img2poems |
note
_ moon b morn
_ o'er b on | img2poems |
dream
follow
follow | img2poems |
panthea
the crags this clear spring morning mock our voices
as they were spirit-tongued | img2poems |
panthea
list
the strain floats nearer now | img2poems |
asia
come sweet panthea link thy hand in mine
and follow ere the voices fade away | img2poems |
panthea
a countenance with beckoning smiles: there burns
an azure fire within its golden locks | img2poems |
demogorgon
i spoke but as ye speak
for jove is the supreme of living things | img2poems |
asia
thou breathest on their nostrils but my breath
would give them swifter speed | img2poems |
spirit
alas
it could not | img2poems |
panthea
list
spirits speak | img2poems |
notes
_ many-peopled b many peopled
_ light-laden b light laden | img2poems |
notes
_ their b thy
_ unwithering b edition unwitting | img2poems |
asia
oh mother
wherefore speak the name of death | img2poems |
think ye by gazing on each other's eyes
to multiply your lovely selves and fill
with sphered fires the interlunar air | img2poems |
panthea
see where the spirits of the human mind
wrapped in sweet sounds as in bright veils approach | img2poems |
panthea
ha
they are gone | img2poems |
notes
_-_ the abysses and the abysses of b
_ the omitted | img2poems |
a voice: from beneath
or as they
whom we have left we change and pass away | img2poems |
notes
_ dread b edition dead
_ falter b edition flatter | img2poems |
when thou descendst each night with open eyes
in torture for a tyrant seldom sleeps
thou never | img2poems |
asia
thine eyes burn burn
hide them within thine hair | img2poems |
panthea
o quench thy lips
i sink i perish | img2poems |
asia
shelter me now they burn
it is his spirit in their orbs | img2poems |
or looks which tell that while the lips are calm
and the eyes cold the spirit weeps within
tears like the sanguine sweat of agony | img2poems |
[the sound beneath as of earthquake and the driving of whirlwinds the
ravine is split and the phantasm of jupiter rises surrounded by
heavy clouds which dart forth lightning | img2poems |
'cars drawn by rainbow-winged steeds
which trample the dim winds: in each there stands
a wild-eyed charioteer urging their flight | img2poems |
i may mention for the information of the more critical reader that
the verbal alterations in this edition of prometheus are made from a
list of errata written by shelley himself | img2poems |
i inscribe with your name from a distant country and after an
absence whose months have seemed years this the latest of my literary
efforts | img2poems |
camillo
art thou not
most miserable | img2poems |
andrea
my lord a gentleman from salamanca
would speak with you | img2poems |
cenci
bid him attend me
in the grand saloon | img2poems |
notes
_ whom i had edition whom i have editions
_ that shalt edition that shall editions | img2poems |
beatrice
ah
my blood runs cold | img2poems |
beatrice
it is not true
dear lady pray look up | img2poems |
first guest
oh horrible
i will depart | img2poems |
lucretia
alas
poor boy what else couldst thou have done | img2poems |
beatrice
oh that the earth would gape
hide me o god | img2poems |
lucretia
o husband
pray forgive poor beatrice | img2poems |
lucretia
so help me god
i never thought the things you charge me with | img2poems |
giacomo
but you orsino
have the petition: wherefore not present it | img2poems |
lucretia
alas
what has befallen thee child | img2poems |
orsino
accuse him of the deed and let the law
avenge thee | img2poems |
lucretia
you think we should devise
his death | img2poems |
beatrice
that step we hear approach must never pass
the bridge of which we spoke | img2poems |
giacomo
i sought him here
and now must wait till he returns | img2poems |
beatrice
'tis my brother's voice
you know me not | img2poems |
orsino
i am come
to say he has escaped | img2poems |
giacomo
listen
what sound is that | img2poems |
giacomo
if e'er he wakes
again i will not trust to hireling hands | img2poems |
giacomo
and all
forgotten: oh that i had never been | img2poems |
lucretia
oh
to what will | img2poems |
lucretia
peace
peace | img2poems |
believe that heaven is merciful and just
and will not add our dread necessity
to the amount of his offences | img2poems |
olimpio
it is the white reflection of your own
which you call pale | img2poems |
olimpio
or 'tis my hate and the deferred desire
to wreak it which extinguishes their blood | img2poems |
marzio
is all
quiet | img2poems |
marzio
as to the how this act
be warranted it rests with you | img2poems |
marzio
ha
some one comes | img2poems |
savella
go search the castle round sound the alarm
look to the gates that none escape | img2poems |
beatrice
how dead
he only sleeps you mistake brother | img2poems |
savella
ha
is it so | img2poems |
savella
can you name any
who had an interest in his death | img2poems |
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