Anecdote Biography of Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Richard Henry Stoddard
Scribner, Armstrong, 1877 - 290ÆäÀÌÁö

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223 ÆäÀÌÁö - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
xix ÆäÀÌÁö - A pard-like Spirit beautiful and swift — A Love in desolation masked ; — a Power Girt round with weakness ; — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly : on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
xx ÆäÀÌÁö - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
xx ÆäÀÌÁö - He answered not, but with a sudden hand Made bare his branded and ensanguined brow, Which was like Cain's or Christ's — oh that it should be so!
227 ÆäÀÌÁö - Death is the veil which those who live call life: They sleep, and it is lifted...
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... ease with which he translated into our language the most subtle and imaginative passages of the Spanish poet, were marvellous, as was his command of the two languages. After this touch of his quality I no longer doubted his identity ; a dead silence ensued ; looking up I asked : 'Where is he?' Mrs Williams said : 'Who ? Shelley ? Oh he comes and goes like a spirit, no one knows when or where.
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - And certainly it is the nature of extreme self-lovers as they will set a house on fire, and it were but to roast their eggs...
103 ÆäÀÌÁö - I shall certainly come to York, but Harriet Westbrook will decide whether now or in three weeks. Her father has persecuted her in a most horrible way, by endeavouring to compel her to go to school.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Williamses received me in their earnest cordial manner; we had a great deal to communicate to each other, and were in loud and animated conversation, when I was rather put out by observing in the passage near the open door, opposite to where I sat, a pair of glittering eyes steadily fixed on mine; it was too dark to make out whom they belonged to. With the acuteness of a woman, Mrs Williams' eyes followed the direction of mine, and going to the doorway, she laughingly said, "Come in, Shelley,...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - They breathed an animation, a fire, an enthusiasm, a vivid and preternatural intelligence, that I never met with in any other countenance. Nor was the moral expression less beautiful than the intellectual; for there was a softness, a delicacy, a gentleness, and especially (though this will surprise many) that air of profound religious veneration, that characterizes the best works, and chiefly the frescoes (and into these they infused their whole souls), of the great masters of Florence and of Rome.

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