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...1870. THE WANING MOON AND like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a g.iuzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The mood arose up in the murky East, A white and shapeless mass. 1820. Mrs. Shelley, 1824. TO THE MOON...

...and finding ' no object worth ' its ' constancy,' or it is like a ' dying lady ' who ' totters ' ' out of her chamber led by the insane and feeble wanderings of her fading brain,' and even when it is no more than a star, it casts an evil influence that makes the lips of lovers '...

...hastened to the spot whence I had come That I might there present it— O ! to Whom ? THB WANING MOON AND like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters...of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east, A white and shapeless mass. ODE TO THE WEST WIND O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Antumn's being,...

...fade and perish, Such is our rude mortal lot — Love itself would, did they not. The Waning Moon ND like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth,...of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east, A white and shapeless mass. Lines to a Reviewer LAS, good friend, what profit can you see In...

...Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.] AND like a dying lady, loan and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane...of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky East, 5 A white and shapeless mass— TO THE MOON 'ublished (I) by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems,...

...and gazing on the earth — " or was " like a dying lady lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain." One should not forget — as many doubtless will — to give due credit to the admirably poetic and...

...Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.] AND like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of ner fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky East, j A white and shapeless mass— TO THE MOON...

...Waning Moon, as Shelley saw it, was " Like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain." At another time she was a " Bright wanderer, fair coquette of heaven, To whom alone it has been given...