...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee — tameless, and swift, and proud. V. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own 1 The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness....

...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee — tameless, and swift, and proud. V. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own 1 The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness....

...heavy weight of hours has chained and bound One, too, like thee — tameless, and swift, and proud ! Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is, — What...my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of its mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit...

...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee — tameless, and swift, and proud. V. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own I The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness....

...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee — tameless, and swift, and proud. 5. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own 1 The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness....

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...my sore need. Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! v. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if...of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnaj tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...

...! A heavy weight of hours has chained mid 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 liki- its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet,...

...which was to him in place of God, is expressed in the Ode to the West Wind, his most perfect poem: " Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is ; What if...Spirit fierce, My spirit ! be thou me, impetuous one !" In the lyrical pieces already mentioned, together with Adonais, the lines Written in the Euganean...