. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... Then he struck from forth the strings,A sound of deep and fearful melody;. {From Orpkeui.) ;eTn?; Written in 1R20 . as the wind buffets theiii, and . they shakeBcocsith its blasts — a weather-K- rr^xv i CHORUS What wondrous sound is that, mournfiil and faint,But more melodious than the murmuring windWhich through the columns temple glides ? A f- V *-ht^ v-.^1^r\^-rcy Yoice of Orpheus Ivre, 1, who sigh that their rude :--s ;Bu- :^ them The wr^ e dew Upon tht » CHORUS Does he still sing ?Methought he rashly cast away his harpWhen he had lost
. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... Then he struck from forth the strings,A sound of deep and fearful melody;. {From Orpkeui.) ;eTn?; Written in 1R20 . as the wind buffets theiii, and . they shakeBcocsith its blasts — a weather-K- rr^xv i CHORUS What wondrous sound is that, mournfiil and faint,But more melodious than the murmuring windWhich through the columns temple glides ? A f- V *-ht^ v-.^1^r\^-rcy Yoice of Orpheus Ivre, 1, who sigh that their rude :--s ;Bu- :^ them The wr^ e dew Upon tht » CHORUS Does he still sing ?Methought he rashly cast away his harpWhen he had lost Eurydice. I So (^^w^•^^^ ^Ax <\\-\ii\^ w*-v\ 4ij\st\- !i\ w^AT. Orpheus Ah no!Awhile he paused. As a poor hunted stagA moment shudders on the fearful brinkOf a swift stream — the cruel hounds press onWith deafening yell, the arrows glance and wound, —He plunges in: so Orpheus, seized and tornBy the sharp fangs of an insatiate waved his lyre in the bright wildly shrieked Where she is, it is dark ! And then he struck from forth the strings a soundOf deep and fearful melody. Alas !In times long past, when fair EurydiceWith her bright eyes sat listening by his side,He gently sang of high and heavenly in a brook, fretted with little the light airs of spring — each ripplet makesA many-sided mirror for the sun,While it flows musically through green banks,i8i Poems Written in 1820 Ceaseless and pauseless, ever clear and fresh,So flowed his song, reflecting the deep joyAnd tender love that fed those sweetest heavenly offspring of ambrosial that is past. Returning from drear Hell,He chose
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