Percy Bysshe Shelley was a major English Romantic poet born in 1792 and died in 1822. He wrote poetry, drama, essays and novels. His first wife Harriet drowned in 1816 and his second wife was Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein. Shelley himself drowned in a sudden storm in 1822. The document also includes Shelley's poem "The Indian Serenade" which expresses the speaker's longing for his beloved as he stands outside her window at night.
Percy Bysshe Shelley was a major English Romantic poet born in 1792 and died in 1822. He wrote poetry, drama, essays and novels. His first wife Harriet drowned in 1816 and his second wife was Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein. Shelley himself drowned in a sudden storm in 1822. The document also includes Shelley's poem "The Indian Serenade" which expresses the speaker's longing for his beloved as he stands outside her window at night.
Percy Bysshe Shelley was a major English Romantic poet born in 1792 and died in 1822. He wrote poetry, drama, essays and novels. His first wife Harriet drowned in 1816 and his second wife was Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein. Shelley himself drowned in a sudden storm in 1822. The document also includes Shelley's poem "The Indian Serenade" which expresses the speaker's longing for his beloved as he stands outside her window at night.
poets, who is regarded by some as among the finest lyric and philosophical poets in the English language, and one the most influential. ► He is also a poet, dramatist, essayist, and novelist. ► His first wife was Harriet Westbrook, but died due to drowning in Serpentine River in Australia. ► And his second wife was Mary Godwin Shelley, the author of the novel, Frankenstein. ► He drowned in a sudden storm in the Gulf of Spezia that caused his death. Jens p4 Martensson THE INDIAN SERENADE Song Written for an Indian Air or Lines to an Indian Air Jens p5 Martensson STANZA 1 I arise from dreams of thee At the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee And a spirit in my feet Hath led me – who knows how? To thy chamber- window, Sweet! Jens p6 Martensson STANZA 2 The wandering airs they faint On the dark silent stream – The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale’s complaint It dies upon her heart;- As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art! Jens p7 Martensson STANZA 3 Oh lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, Alas! My heart beats loud and fast; - Oh! Press it to thine own again, Where it will break at last! Jens Martensson
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