Percy Bysshe Shelley: A Biography : Exile of Unfulfilled Reknown, 1816-1822
University of Delaware Press, 2005 - 441 стор.
This volume of Shelley's biography recounts his final years of greatest creativity and his often-painful emotional and romantic entanglements. Leaving Lord Byron in Switzerland, Shelley returned to England with Mary Godwin, their son, and Mary's ever-present stepsister, Claire Clairmont, pregnant with Byron's daughter. After his wife Harriet's shocking suicide, Shelley married Mary, who completed Frankenstein as he reluctantly revised his blasphemous epic of revolution and incest, Laon and Cythna. Legally deprived of his two children from his first marriage, Shelley felt ostracized for his radical political, social, and religious beliefs. Financial pressures, attacks by critics, and health concerns prompted Shelley's 1818 move to Italy.
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Emily my hearts sister
A Love in desolation masked
The Last Pisan Winter
Drawn to the Sea
16 A watery eclipse
Life Terminable and Interminable
Florentine Voices Unacknowledged Legislator and Sophia Stacey
Poetic Mothers Pisa and Leghorn
Baths of San Giuliano
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Сторінка 176 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent ; To love, and bear ; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Сторінка 132 - The loathsome mask has fallen. The man remains, — Sceptreless, free, uncircumscribed, but man : Equal, unclassed, tribeless, and nationless, Exempt from awe, worship, degree, the king Over himself ; just, gentle, wise : but man.
Сторінка 114 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Сторінка 224 - I never was attached to that great sect Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion...
Сторінка 228 - We shall become the same, we shall be one Spirit within two frames, oh! wherefore two? One passion in twin-hearts, which grows and grew, Till like two meteors of expanding flame, Those spheres instinct with it become the same, Touch, mingle, are transfigured; ever still Burning, yet ever inconsumable: In one another's substance finding food...
Сторінка 157 - An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, — Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, But leech-like to their fainting country cling...
Сторінка 172 - 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.
Сторінка 131 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Сторінка 154 - And he wore a kingly crown; And in his grasp a sceptre shone; On his brow this mark I saw — 'I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!
Сторінка 82 - For my bark, to pilot it To some calm and blooming cove, Where for me and those I love May a windless bower be built, Far from passion, pain, and guilt...