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The Witch Of Atlas

The Witch Of Atlas

Shelley, Percy Bysshe

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Poetry CriticismGeneral Poetry

ISBN10: 1419188283
ISBN13: 9781419188282
Publisher: Kessinger Pub Llc
Published: Jun 17 2004
Pages: 48
Weight: 0.22
Height: 0.13 Width: 7.50 Depth: 9.18
Language: English
The Witch of Atlas is a narrative poem written by Percy Bysshe Shelley, an English Romantic poet, in 1820. The poem tells the story of a witch who lives on an isolated island in the middle of the sea, surrounded by a magical garden and a labyrinth. The witch possesses supernatural powers and is able to control the elements of nature, such as the wind and the waves.The poem is divided into five sections, each of which describes the witch's adventures and encounters with various characters. In the first section, the witch creates a statue of herself and brings it to life, which becomes her companion and lover. In the second section, she meets a young man who is searching for his lost love and helps him find her. In the third section, the witch travels to the moon and meets the goddess of the moon, who teaches her the secrets of the universe.In the fourth section, the witch encounters a group of sailors who are lost at sea and saves them from a storm. In the final section, the witch returns to her island and reflects on her experiences, realizing that her power comes from within herself and not from external sources.The Witch of Atlas is a complex and intricate poem that explores themes of love, power, and the mysteries of the universe. Shelley's use of vivid imagery and rich language creates a dreamlike atmosphere that transports the reader into the world of the witch and her magical island.And o'er thy head did beat its wings for fame, And in thy sight its fading plumes display; The watery bow burned in the evening flame. But the shower fell, the swift Sun went his way-- And that is dead.--O, let me not believe That anything of mine is fit to live!This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

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