Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Adonais - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I weep for Adonais -he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
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Form: Elegy

Comments about Adonais by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Akhtar Jawad (2/7/2015 7:36:00 PM)

    That Light whose smile kindles the Universe,
    That Beauty in which all things work and move,
    That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse
    Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love
    Which through the web of being blindly wove
    By man and beast and earth and air and sea,
    Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of
    The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me,
    Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
    Most amazing stanza of this great poem...............10
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  • Sagnik Chakraborty (2/7/2015 11:31:00 AM)

    The greatest pastoral elegy ever written in the English language; maybe ever written by Man. PBS lives! (Report) Reply

  • Abhishek Kumar Singh (2/7/2015 6:05:00 AM)

    just, great!
    just, great!
    just, great!
    just, great!
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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (2/7/2015 2:55:00 AM)

    Read in university nice poem but here it will consumes time thank you (Report) Reply

  • Ebi Robert (4/30/2014 9:45:00 AM)

    ney be now I GO finish this work ooo! Omo! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Mark Jensen (12/31/2012 5:38:00 PM)

    Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
    Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
    Until Death tramples it to fragments.

    I don't quite know why, but I find these lines overwhelmingly beautiful.
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  • (9/2/2012 11:02:00 AM)

    I felt like this work really represents Shelley's style. Although being an example of the fluid, beautifully unorganized style that the poet espoused, the work follows a set plot. I always liked Shelley's changing mood. First he urges all to woe and tears, which they do. Then he points fingers at Urania and all of the firmament, asking why they took their best creation. But then he subtly begins to change the mood into a content one - Shelley stops mourning, and begins celebrating Keats's life. He also calls upon all to appreciate Keats's immortalizing among the pantheon of poets, and to visit him in Rome to figuratively congratulate him on his accomplishment. But Shelley's ending is his skill at its finest; he muses upon whether life without Keats is life at all, and whether living among the gods is better for a lost poetic soul. Very intense, if not a bit flustered. Genius! (Report) Reply

  • (12/7/2009 9:20:00 AM)

    I always found the last few stanzas of this confusing; Shelley takes a seemingly disturbing and morbid turn of lyric that perhaps I fail to understand. Example: 'Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! '. Is this a rather blatant and inappropriate sarcasm? Or 'Let no more Life divide what Death can join together'- I fail to see where he draws on his sarcasm to make a more optimistic point of the glories of life or of... Well, anything that doesn't promote suicide as a healthy option. (Report) Reply

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