...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...thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous onel Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth ; And,...

...and proud. V; 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...this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth As^es and sparks, my words among mankind ! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a...

...and proud. V. 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...autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit tieree, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered...

...I bleed ! v. 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 autumnaj tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...

...perfect poem: " 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...Spirit fierce, My spirit ! be thou me, impetuous one !" In the lyrical pieces already mentioned, together with Adonais, the lines Written in the Euganean...

...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,...

...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...spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one 1 Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth t And, by the...

...swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, ev'n as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from...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...

...is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take froin both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness....by the incantation of this verse Scatter, as from ag unextinguished hearth Ashes aud sparks, my words among mankiud ! Be^ough my lips to unawakeued earth...