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Poems Of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Hymn Of Pan

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From: Great Works of Literature
Date: 19920101
Author:Shelley, Percy Bysshe

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Hymn Of Pan

From the forests and highlands We come, we come; From the river - girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb, Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rushes, The bees on the bells of thyme, The birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings.

Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying day, Speeded by my sweet pipings. The Sileni and Sylvans and Fauns, And the Nymphs of the ...

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