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Join us for two intensive sessions studying the poetry of Shelley through close reading. Led by Mariah Whelan.
Sundays, 6 September and 13 September 2026
14.00-16.00 British Summer Time
15.00-17.00 Central European Summer Time
Morning in the Americas
Please check the time for your time zone.
Course fees
£86.00 full price
£80.00 CAMcard holders
£80.00 students on a low income
If you cannot attend a course you have booked
Please note that, because places are limited, we cannot usually give refunds if you cannot attend a course. But if you contact us in advance, we might be able to transfer your booking to a different course.
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From ‘Ode to the West Wind’
I
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!
Join us for two intensive sessions studying the poetry of Shelley through close reading. Led by Mariah Whelan.
Sundays, 6 September and 13 September 2026
14.00-16.00 British Summer Time
15.00-17.00 Central European Summer Time
Morning in the Americas
Please check the time for your time zone.
Course fees
£86.00 full price
£80.00 CAMcard holders
£80.00 students on a low income
If you cannot attend a course you have booked
Please note that, because places are limited, we cannot usually give refunds if you cannot attend a course. But if you contact us in advance, we might be able to transfer your booking to a different course.
*
From ‘Ode to the West Wind’
I
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!