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Ode to the West Wind and Other Poems
About This Book
In the pantheon of English poets, Shelley has long occupied a lofty place, his poems as admired for their profound thought and subtle perceptions as for the music and fervor of their language. His life as well as his poetry embraced the passions, ideals, and causes of Romanticism, whose emergence and early influences coincided with the dates of his own brief life (1792ā1822).
This selection of many of Shelley's best-known and most representative poems will give readers an exciting encounter with one of the most original and stimulating figures in English poetry. Thirty-seven poems of varying lengths are included, among them such well-known verses as "Adonais, " "Ode to the West Wind, " "Ozymandias, " "The Cloud, " "To a Skylark, " "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, " and "Arethusa."
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Adonais
I
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,
And teach them thine own sorrow, say: āWith me
Died Adonais; till the Future dares
Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be
An echo and a light unto eternity!ā
II
When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies
In darkness? where was lorn Urania
When Adonais died? With veiled eyes,
āMid listening Echoes, in her Paradise
She sate, while one, with soft enamoured breath,
Rekindled all the fading melodies,
With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath,
He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of Death.
III
Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep!
Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed
Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep
Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep;
For he is gone, where all things wise and fair
Descend;āoh, dream not that the amorous Deep
Will yet restore him to the vital air;
Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
IV
Lament anew, Urania!āHe died,
Who was the Sire of an immortal strain,
Blind, old, and lonely, when his countryās pride,
The priest, the slave, and the liberticide,
Trampled and mocked with many a loathed rite
Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified,
Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite
Yet reigns oāer earth; the third among the sons of light.
V
Not all to that bright station dared to climb;
And happier they their happiness who knew,
Whose tapers yet burn through that night of time
In which suns perished; others more sublime,
Struck by the envious wrath of man or god,
Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime;
And some yet live, treading the thorny road,
Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fameās serene abode.
VI
The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew,
Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished,
And fed with true-love tears, instead of dew;
Most musical of mourners, weep anew!
Thy extreme hope, the loveliest and the last,
The bloom, whose petals nipped before they blew
Died on the promise of the fruit, is waste;
The broken lily liesāthe storm is overpast.
VII
Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay,
He came; and bought, with price of purest breath,
A grave among the eternal.āCome away!
Haste, while the vault of blue Italian day
Is yet his fitting charnel-roof! while still
He lies, as if in dewy sleep he lay;
Awake him not! surely he takes his fill
Of deep and liquid rest, forgetful of all ill.
VIII
Within the twilight chamber spreads apace
The shadow of white Death, and at the door
Invisible Corruption waits to trace
His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place;
The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe
Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface
So fair a prey, till darkness, and the law
Of change, shall oāer his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
IX
The passion-winged Ministers of thought,
Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams
Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught
The love which was its music, wander not,ā
Wander no more, from kindling brain to brain,
But droop there, whence they sprung; and mourn their lot
Round the cold heart, where, after their sweet pain,
They neāer will gather strength, or find a home again.
X
And fans him with her moonlight wings, and cries;
āOur love, our hope, our sorrow, is not dead;
See, on the silken fringe of his faint eyes,
Like dew upon a sleeping flower, there lies
A tear some Dream has loosened from his brain.ā
Lost Angel of a ruined Paradise!
She knew not ātwas her own; as with no stain
She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.
XI
Washed his light limbs as if embalming them;
Another clipped her profuse locks, and threw
The wreath upon him, like an anadem,
Which frozen tears instead of pearls begem;
Another in her wilful grief would break
Her bow and winged reeds, as if to stem
A greater loss with one which was more weak;
And dull the barbed fire against his frozen cheek.
XII
That mouth, whence it was wont to draw the breath
Which gave it strength to pierce the guarded wit,
And pass into the panting heart beneath
With lightning and with music: the damp death
Quenched its caress upon his icy lips;
And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath
Of moonlight vapour, which the cold night clips,
It flushed through his pale limbs, and passed to its eclipse.
XIII
Winged Persuasions and veiled Destinies,
Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations
Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies;
And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs,
And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam
Of her own dying smile instead of eyes,
Came in slow pomp;āthe moving pomp might seem
Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream.
XIV
From shape, and hue, and odour, and sweet sound,
Lamented Adonais. Morning sought
Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound,
Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground,
Dimmed ...
Table of contents
- Title Page
- Note
- Copyright Page
- Table of Contents
- Stanzas - APRIL, 1814
- Mutability
- Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
- Ozymandias
- Lines Written among the Euganean Hills
- Stanzas
- Song to the Men of England
- Sonnet: England in 1819
- Ode to the West Wind
- An Exhortation
- The Indian Serenade
- Loveās Philosophy
- The Mask of Anarchy
- The Cloud
- To a Skylark
- Toā
- Arethusa
- Hymn of Pan
- The Question
- The Waning Moon
- To the Moon
- Letter to Maria Gisborne
- To Night
- Song
- A Lament
- Toāā
- Epipsychidion
- Adonais
- Hellas
- Lines: āWhen the Lamp Is Shatteredā
- To Jane: The Invitation
- To Jane: The Recollection
- With a Guitar, to Jane
- A Dirge
- Alphabetical List of Titles
- Alphabetical List of First Lines
- POETRY