...and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own? The tumult of thy mighty harmonies In Your Notebook: Writing in forms is a good way to understand their power. Try writing a scstina....

...from the close of "Ode to the West Wind," written in 1819: Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult...the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks,...

...Du ab (vgl. B 15; 60 f.). Die Beziehung zum ewigen Du ist Make me thy lyre, even äs the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult...the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, äs from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and...

...feeling also will give rise to hope and joy. The lines I memorized as a teenager often came to my rescue: Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantations of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth, ashes and...

...long after he wrote Alastor. Compare the petitions on which the Ode to the West Wind (1820) closes. Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks,...

...delicious feeling to be borne along by its force. The poet Shelley in his Ode to the West Wind wrote, "Drive my dead thoughts over the universe like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!" The familiar Irish salutation: "May the wind be always at your back" is possibly a folk memory...

...libertà giovanile; si augura che arrivi anche per lui, come nella natura, una rinascita primaverile.1 (( Drive my dead thoughts over the universe / like withered leaves to quicken a new birthl )) È possibile anche una lettura politica dell'opera, in cui la rigenerazione rappresenterebbe...

...Wind" finds only ambiguous emotion in the surging overtones: Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult...Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! This is an instrument that leads so many to genuinely complex feelings. Berlioz heard one and challenged...

...thee: tameless,and swift,and proud V Make me thy lyre,even as the forest is: What if my leaves ate falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep,autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness,be thou spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me,impetuous...

...cycle in exchange for a knowledge of himself in this "other": Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult...the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!100 The spirit in Shelley cries "absorb me!" not "exalt me!" It is in death, in dying, that life...