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Updated: June 13, 2025
No one has managed to discover in the parents of Percy Bysshe any qualities furnishing the prototype or the nucleus of his poetical genius, or of the very exceptional cast of mind and character which he developed in other directions.
He knew what was written on it: "From Horatio Bysshe Waddington to his Little April Girl." He took it up and put it in his pocket. He took up the sketch-book. "The little thing," he thought. "Now, if it hadn't been for her ridiculous jealousy of Elise if it hadn't been for Fanny if it hadn't been for the little thing's sweetness and goodness " Her goodness. She was a saint. A saint.
Better let me pay for everything until the men get back. Then they will have something definite ahead to go on." No one but Adelbert Bysshe, the rector, Bill Boughton, and Elsa Mallaby herself knew exactly how much she paid out weekly toward the maintenance of the village.
Nay, they are at present of no avail whereon to found any doctrine concerning the Gods' that man is railed at for his 'mean' and 'weak' arguments. * Transliterated from Greek. Was it thus, Father, that the heathen railed against thee? XVII. To Percy Bysshe Shelley.
The life of Percy Bysshe Shelley is one which has given rise to a great deal of controversy, and which cannot, for a long time to come, fail to be regarded with very diverse sentiments.
"Then you must follow the instincts of me, Percy Bysshe Shelley. I think it horrible, cruel; it offends my taste." What if our instincts lead us to tyrannise over our fellow-men? "Then you must repress those instincts. I, Shelley, think that, too, horrible and cruel."
"He could jut out his neck an ell," it was said, "and cast his venom about four rods; a serpent of countenance very proud, at the sight or hearing of men or cattle, raising his head seeming to listen and look about with great arrogancy." But if it was this same serpent it had lost its venom, and in the days when Bysshe and his sisters played about the garden, they looked upon it as a friend.
And, therefore, he never wrote a real drama; for in spite of all that has been said to the contrary, Beatrice Cenci is really none other than Percy Bysshe Shelley himself in petticoats. But we will let them both be. Perhaps they know better now.
After supper, which Shelley would take upon awaking at ten, the two friends would talk and read together until two o'clock. In the Protestant cemetery at Rome one can find in an obscure place a plain stone bearing record of Percy Bysshe Shelley, and these lines from Shakspere's Tempest: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.
Some of Lord Byron's plays have been given upon the boards; but the real Byron of the stage is the author of Our Boys and goodness knows how many more successful works, all as dead to-day as the dramas of Sheridan Knowles. It has been said that The Cenci, when produced privately by Sir Percy Bysshe Shelley, with Miss Alma Murray as heroine, acted very well.
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