...overshadowing minds, one life, one death, One Heaven, one Hell, one immortality, And one annihilation. Woe is me ! The winged words on which my soul would...flight of fire — I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire ! 170 PB SHELLEY (Epipsychidion, 422-592). Hellas IT is not only that the sun Loves best these southern...

...phenomena, that having attained it for a moment, he breaks down, and falls exhausted from the height. Woe is me ! The winged words on which my soul would pierce Into the heights of love's rare Universe, Are chains of lead around its flight of fire. — I pant, I sink,...

...minds, one life, one death, One Heaven, one Hell, one immortality, And one annihilation. (Woe is me 1 The winged words on which my soul would pierce Into...flight of fire. I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire 1 591 Weak Verses, go, kneel at your Sovereign's feet, And say: — 'We are the masters of thyi slave;...

...us is the "idealized history of my thoughts and feelings." Here the poet acknowledges his failure : "The winged words on which my soul would pierce Into...flight of fire— I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire." However, the deeper meaning of the poem is to be found not in the thought of death nor in the poet's...

...exacto com relação á poesia, sem embargo da abysmal diferença que separa as duas formas literarias. woe is me ! The winged words on which my soul would pierce In to the height of love's rare Uni verse Are chains of lead around its flight of fire. . . (SHELLEY)...

...fail to mark, that language itself is too gross for the impalpable essence of this kind of poesy — * Woe is me ! The winged words on which my soul would...Universe, Are chains of lead around its flight of fire '. A type of the simpler lyric poets, who continued the note of the Troubadours in the Italian tongue,...

...life, one death, One Heaven, one Hell, one immortality, And one annihilation. Woe is me! The vringed words on which my soul would pierce Into the height of love's rare Universe Axe chains of lead around its flight of fire. I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire ! • This is the...

...the supersensual consummation of his love, Shelley sinks back, only half conceiving of it, and cries, Woe is me! The winged words on which my soul would...flight of fire; I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire. IV THE SPARK FROM HEAVEN T"\ARE we venture into the holy of holies, where ^-* the gods are said to...

...overshadowing minds, one life, one death, One Heaven, one Hell, one immortality, And one annihilation. Woe is me ! The winged words on which my soul would pierce 1 EPI- Into the height of Love's rare Universe, LOGUE Are chains of lead around its flight of fire...

...overshadowing minds, one life, one death, One Heaven, one Hell, one immortality, And one annihilation. Woe is me ! The winged words on which my soul would pierce And say : We are the masters of thy slave ; LOGUE What wouldest thou with us and ours and thine ? Then...