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242 The Romantic period 1789–1832<br />

There was no leaf upon the forest bare,<br />

No flower upon the ground,<br />

And little motion in the air<br />

Except the mill wheel’s sound.<br />

(A widow bird)<br />

Here the images from nature are employed to express inner feelings and<br />

states of mind. A sense of loss and emotional numbness is conveyed through<br />

the cold, the emptiness of the scene and the overall lack of movement.<br />

Shelley has often been criticised for putting his own feelings too directly at<br />

the centre of his poems and for being too self-indulgent and self-pitying.<br />

There are certainly lines in some poems where this is the case. For example:<br />

Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!<br />

I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!<br />

(Ode to the West Wind)<br />

I could lie down like a tired child,<br />

And weep away the life of care<br />

Which I have borne and yet must bear.<br />

(Stanzas Written in Dejection, near Naples)<br />

A widow bird and numerous other lyrics (for example, To a Skylark,<br />

The Cloud, With a Guitar to Jane, The Indian Serenade) do not, however,<br />

fall into that category. In one of his best-known lyrics, Ode to the West<br />

Wind, Shelley makes the wildness of the wind a controlled symbol of his<br />

deepest personal aspirations for human freedom. The wind sweeps away<br />

the old life and spreads the seeds which will produce a new ideal life:<br />

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,<br />

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead<br />

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,<br />

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,<br />

Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,<br />

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed<br />

The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,

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