LEISURE WITHOUT LITERATURE IS DEATH AND BURIAL ALIVE.
Shelley
was a true-born child of the French Revolution. The spirits of that
revolution found its expression in Shelley’s poetry. But as a critic
observes:The greater rigour of his nature begot in him a passion for reform and a habit for rebellion which are the inspiration of his longer poems.
Widely divergent in temperamental and genius as Shelley and his mentor were, they had this in common – a passion for abstract speculation. Only Godwin expressed them in ‘Pedestrian’, Shelley gave to them music and colour.
Where morning dyes her golden tresses,
Shall soon partake our high emotions;
Kings shall turn pale!
Let me go back to the breast of Mother Earth where my own hands can win my own bread from woods and fields.
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then – as I am listening now.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
For Shelley, the forces of nature have as much reality as human beings have for most of us, and he found the same kind of beauty that we find in the beauty of human beings in the great works of art.
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of his verse,
Scatter, as form an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Shelley belongs to that rare species of mankind whom reason and feeling convert revolutionaries in the flush of youth an who remain so for the rest of their life.
Love for Nature is one of the prerequisites of all the Romantics and Shelley is no exception. Love for Nature is one of the key-notes of his poetry. His poetry abounds in Nature imagery. ‘On Love’ reflects colourful Nature imagery and glorification of Nature. He shows fruition and fulfillment in his poems. Other poems e.g. ‘A Dream of the Unknown’, ‘Ode to the Westwind’, ‘The Cloud’, ‘To Skylark’, ‘To the Moon’, etc. are remarkable poems of Nature in which we find a profusion of Nature.
Shelley is primarily a poet of love, as Keats is of beauty. The story of his life is, in fact, a story of love. But it has to be remembered that Shelley as a love poet is a complex phenomenon. For him love, is not the name of one particular feeling or thing. It is tinged with many colours. It is sexual love, Platonic love, cosmic energy and love of humanity. Shelley devoted his brief life to the pursuit of love. Yearning for perfect Love, Beauty and Liberty is keynote of Shelley’s poetry. He considers love a regenerating power, which is closely bound up with his conception of human perfectibility.This is the bond and connection and the sanction that connects not only man with man, but with everything, which exists in man.
See where she stands! A mortal shape induced
With love and life and light and deity,
Nothing in world is single;
All things by a law divine;
In one spirit meet and mingle,
Why not I with thine?
Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
How glorious art though Earth! And if thou be
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I could fall down and worship that and thee.
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion of something afar,
From the sphere of our sorrow.