 | Michel Midan - 2002 - Počet stránok 313
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 | Susan Stewart - 2002 - Počet stránok 460
...animating himself in these famous lines from the close of "Ode to the West Wind," written in 1819: Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my...impetuous one! 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... | |
 | Steven Rosendale - 2002 - Počet stránok 320
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 | Bernadette Malinowski - 2002 - Počet stránok 468
...„Gnade" des ewigen 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...impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, äs from... | |
 | David Rothenberg, Wandee J. Pryor - 2003 - Počet stránok 340
...Stanza five of Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" finds only ambiguous emotion in the surging overtones: Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my...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... | |
 | Peter Sharpe - 2004 - Počet stránok 400
...Shelley's embracing of death in the natural cycle in exchange for a knowledge of himself in this "other": Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my...impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!100 The spirit in Shelley cries "absorb me!" not "exalt... | |
 | John Drinkwater - 2005 - Počet stránok 392
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 | Various - 2006 - Počet stránok 692
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Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are 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 one! 
