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I had a friend who loved Shelley, and how I mocked her for it. Until I grew older, and fell in love with his excess. Read full review
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Page 356 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 395 - ... causeless murderers, while the heroines glide en chemise through the streets of Geneva, tap at the palazzo doors of their sweethearts, and on being denied admittance leave no cards, but run home to their warm beds, and kill themselves. If your lordship would like to see this treasure I will send it. Shelley's last exhibition is a poem on the State of Public Affairs.
Page 323 - Yet swiftly leading to those awful limits Which mark the bounds of Time and of the space When Time shall be no more ; wilt thou not turn Those spirit-beaming eyes and look on me, Until I be assured that Earth is Heaven, And Heaven is Earth? — will not thy glowing cheek. Glowing with soft suffusion, rest on mine, And breathe magnetic sweetness thro...
Page 323 - Tis an assurance that this Earth is Heaven, And Heaven the flower of that untainted seed Which springeth here beneath such love as ours. Harriet ! let death all mortal ties dissolve, But ours shall not be mortal ! The cold hand Of Time may chill the love of earthly minds Half frozen now ; the frigid intercourse Of common souls lives but a summer's day ; It dies, where it arose, upon this earth. But ours ! oh, 'tis the stretch of Fancy's hope To portray its continuance as now, Warm, tranquil, spirit-healing...
Page 409 - I write little now. It is impossible to compose except under the strong excitement of an assurance of finding sympathy in what you write. Imagine Demosthenes reciting a Philippic to the waves of the Atlantic. Lord Byron is in this respect fortunate. He touched a chord to which a million hearts responded, and the coarse music which he produced to please them, disciplined him to the perfection to which he now approaches. I do not go on with
Page 414 - His days were chiefly spent on the water; the management of his boat, its alterations and improvements, were his principal occupation. At night, when the unclouded moon shone on the calm sea, he often went alone in his little shallop to the rocky caves that bordered it, and sitting beneath their shelter wrote " The Triumph of Life,
Page 422 - With respect to translation, even / will not be seduced by it ; although the Greek plays, and some of the ideal dramas of Calderon (with which I have lately, and with inexpressible wonder and delight, become acquainted), are perpetually tempting me to throw over their perfect and glowing forms the grey veil of my own words.
Page 429 - The artist makes one envy his happiness that he can sketch such things with calmness, which I only dared look upon once, and which made my brain swim round only to touch the leaf on the opposite side of which I knew that it was figured.
Page 341 - ... perhaps better suited to the character and liberal feelings of the English, than the bigoted spirit which yet pervades many cultivated minds in this country. Even Walter Scott is assailed on all hands, at present, by our Scotch spiritual and evangelical magazines and instructors, for having promulgated atheistical doctrines in The Lady of the Lake.
Page 398 - I fear, little stand the criticism even of friendship : some of the later ones have the merit of conveying a meaning in every word, and all are faithful pictures of my feelings at the time of writing them. But they are in a great measure abrupt and obscure — all breathing hatred to government and religion, but I think not too openly for publication. One fault they are indisputably exempt from, that of being a volume of fashionable literature.