The Prose Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Vol. 1 [of 2]

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Tears again began to flow.

VI.

And the ice of despair

Chill’d the wide throb of care,

And he sat in mute agony still;

Till the night-stars shone through the cloudless air,

And the pale moonbeam slept on the hill.

VII.

Then he knelt in his cell:—

And the horrors of hell