Adonais Comments

A masterful work of art from an intricate mind

All he had loved, and moulded into thought, From shape, and hue, and odour, and sweet sound, Lamented Adonais. Morning sought Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound, In deed a great poem. tony

Eternal poem......elegy on the untimely death of John Keats...

I am happy to read the elegy, a masterpiece of Shelly again after half a century

Classic Shelly! So many emotions captured in verse!

A touchy poem from master poet.

'Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.'

Another splendour! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

It is a very sweet poem 10+++++++

The finest poem on.Eternity

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.......stunning expression relating to God. It is a beautiful poem of P.B.Shelley.

So long a poem! ! ! A Lovely piece of writing by Shelley. Good use of rhyme scheme With a sense of musicality.

Poetry of Shelley is ever an inspired expression meant to inspire all old, new and young ever sure!

Shelley of his time went on and on magnificiently. Died young what a loss to poetry.

A great work by P.B.Shelly

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

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

Read in university nice poem but here it will consumes time thank you

ney be now I GO finish this work ooo! Omo! ! !

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.