 And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard — I saw them not — When musing deeply on the lot Of life...  The Monthly magazine - Page 121by Monthly literary register - 1840Full view - About this book
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - 1984 - 1572 pages
...dead: I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed: I was not heard: I saw them not. When motion Is not all the life God fashions or reveals — birds arc wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of buds and blossoming Sudden thy shadow... | |
 | Jerrold E. Hogle - 1989 - 433 pages
...names [of absolute gods] with which our youth is fed" (1. 53): I was not heard—I saw them not— When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time...wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of buds and blossoming,— Sudden, thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in extacy!... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 pages
...dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed, I was not heard - 1 saw them not When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time...shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstacy! 60 I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine - have 1 not kept the vow? With... | |
 | Warren Stevenson - 1996 - 166 pages
...is a couplet in this poem that has grated on some readers' sensibilities, as it once grated on mine: "Sudden thy shadow fell on me; / I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy" (59-60). Now whatever one may think of the tone of this—it is clearly meant to be ecstatic—one... | |
 | Guinn Batten - 1998 - 326 pages
...dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard — I saw them not — Sudden, thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy! PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" Art mediates . . . between the mutable diversity... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Leonard Cassuto - 1999 - 228 pages
...dead: 1 called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed: 1 was not heard: I saw them not When musing deeply on the lot Of life at that sweet time when birds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of huds and blossoming Sudden thy shadow... | |
 | Patricia Cruzalegui Sotelo - 2001 - 194 pages
...cuando este, suspendiendo todo juicio, se abre para recibir alguna señal de la Belleza Intelectual: «Sudden, thy shadow fell on me;/ I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!» Esta violenta conmoción también surge en Mont Blanc «and when I gaze on thee/ I seem as in a trance... | |
 | Stuart Peterfreund - 2002 - 432 pages
..."Spirit of BEAUTY" visits. After his attempts at pursuit and naming, the Shelleyan speaker recollects musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time...wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of buds and blossoming. (11. 55-58) His state is very much like the state of selfless love that Shelley... | |
 | David J. Fekete - 2003 - 314 pages
...sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlit wood,... ... at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital...on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy! Shelley's response is as a religious devotee. He vows to dedicate his life to the pursuit of this Power:... | |
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