...leaves are falling like its own! The tomult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, automnal tone. Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,...dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves. . . . The European romantics of the nineteenth century are drawn to a pantheistic fusion between the...

..."conductor,"just as other terms are associated with the terms from the discussion of Dante's Prometheanism: Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous...universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! (11. 61-64) If we take the account in the Defence as understood in this passage, then the simile "like...

...swift, and proud. 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 f1erce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered...

...Slightly modifying Shelly's lines in his Ode to the West Wind, the wielder of the mantra would say, And by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my weapons upon mine enemies. Indeed, in ancient lore the following mantra was to be uttered several thousand...

...below The seablooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice ... The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone . . . The above examples will suffice to show what can be done, largely instinctively but partly by...

...West Wind! Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own . . . 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! O, wind, If Winter comes, can...

..."Ode to the West Wind," nineteenth-century Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley shouts at the west wind, Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous...one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like wither'd leaves, to quicken new birth. His wind was not just spititus; it was a renewing spirit, a...

...falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonics Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, (60) Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me impctuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!...

...zu bestimmen. 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...the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an extinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth...

...ewigen Du ist Make me thy lyre, even äs the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from...birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, äs from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened...