Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO COLERIDGE, by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, there are spirits of the air Last Line: Dark as it is, all change would aggravate. Subject(s): Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834); Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
OH, there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair As star-beams among twilight trees! Such lovely ministers to meet Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet. With mountain winds, and babbling springs, And moonlight seas, that are the voice Of these inexplicable things, Thou didst hold commune, and rejoice When they did answer thee; but they Cast, like a worthless boon, thy love away And thou hast sought in starry eyes Beams that were never meant for thine, Another's wealth; -- tame sacrifice To a fond faith! still dost thou pine? Still dost thou hope that greeting hands, Voice, looks or lips, may answer thy demands? Ah, wherefore didst thou build thine hope On the false earth's inconstancy? Did thine own mind afford no scope Of love, or moving thoughts to thee, That natural scenes or human smiles Could steal the power to wind thee in their wiles? Yes, all the faithless smiles are fled Whose falsehood left thee broken-hearted; The glory of the moon is dead; Night's ghost and dreams have now departed; Thine own soul still is true to thee, But changed to a foul fiend through misery. This fiend, whose ghastly presence ever Beside thee like thy shadow hangs, Dream not to chase; -- the mad endeavor Would scourge thee to severer pangs. Be as thou art. Thy settled fate, Dark as it is, all change would aggravate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |
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