Mary Shelley

Proserpine and Midas Mary Shelley

An auspicious verse drama is presented here that Shelley based on the ancient myths. Wrought upon the Roman myth of the abduction of Proserpine from Ceres by Pluto and the Greek myth of greedy emperor Midas, who was granted the quality of an alchemist, these are engrossing literary works. Her creative genius for verse adorned this classical literary. Marvellous!Pros. 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, And as I twine a wreathe tell once again The combat of the Titans and the Gods; Or how the Python fell beneath the dart Of dread Apollo; or of Daphne's change, - That coyest Grecian maid, whose pointed leaves Now shade her lover's brow. And I the while Gathering the starry flowers of this fair plain Will weave a chaplet, Mother, for thy hairBut without thee, the plain I think is vacant, Its [Note: There is an apostrophe on the s.] blossoms fade, -its tall fresh grasses droop, Nodding their heads like dull things half asleep;- Go not, dear Mother, from your Proserpi