Category: Plays/Films/Dramas
O come, that I may hear Thy song: like Proserpine, in Enna’s glen, Thou seemest to my fancy,—singing here, And gathering flowers, as that fair maiden, when She lost the spring and Ceres her more dear.[9]
O come, that I may hear Thy song: like Proserpine, in Enna’s glen, Thou seemest to my fancy,—singing here, And gathering flowers, as that fair maiden, when She lost the spring a...
4. Chapter 4The Curtain rises and discovers Tmolus seated on a throne of turf, on his right hand Apollo with his lyre, attended by the Muses; on the left, Pan, fauns, &c.
3. Chapter 3EUNOE. How weary am I! and the hot sun flushes My cheeks that else were white with fear and grief[.] E’er since that fatal day, dear sister nymph, On which we lost our lovely Pr...
5. Chapter 5MIDAS. Gold! glorious gold! I am made up of gold! I pluck a rose, a silly, fading rose, Its soft, pink petals change to yellow gold; Its stem, its leaves are gold—and what befor...
2. Chapter 2PROSERPINA. Dear Mother, leave me not! I love to rest Under the shadow of that hanging cave And listen to your tales. Your Proserpine Entreats you stay; sit on this shady bank,...