...west wind ' the rushings of a mighty spirit, which is not the wind, and yet is of it, and he cries— Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is ! What, if my leaves are falling like its own ! Be tliou, spirit tierce, My spirit; be thou me, impetuous one! From this gradually ascending scale...

...just like the race of leaves." But it is good to hear Shelley's invocation of the "West Wind : — " Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth." The use of the leaves is not ended when they drop from the boughs. They go to make new wood -mold,...

...spirit, to become himself, that he may awake the world and bless it with hope and prophecy of good. Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth ...... ... Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy. In this at least Shelley,...

...hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, ev'n as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like...impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe I^ike wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth ; And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from...

...swift, and proud—" what lyrical rapture and prophetic exaltation ia this culminating stanza — " 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....

...Frühlingskleide, Nacht im Sternenschimmer Herbstesabend und des jungen Morgens goldne Dämmerungen. 1 Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my...own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take froin both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce. My spirit! Be thou...

...bowed One too like thee — tameless, and swift, and proud. 5Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit I Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like withered leaves, to quicken...

...like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet tho" in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! The movement, be it noted, is ideational and emotional, not necessarily sensuous as in the lyric...

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