Mrs. ShelleyW. H. Allen, 1890 - 238 Seiten Mary Shelley's life had a profound impact on her writing. She included autobiographical aspects in several of her works. Critics often identify characters in her novels as figures in her life. In "The Last Man," for example, Shelley features fictional characters that represent Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron. Elements of her philosophy and enthusiasm for science and reason are evident in various themes throughout her works. It is useful, therefore, to become familiar with Mary Shelley's life. Lucy M. Rossetti's biography of Mary, titled "Mrs. Shelley," is a great way to become acquainted with the history of the author of "Frankenstein." For her work, Rossetti consulted letters from Shelley's life and biographies of her contemporaries. |
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Seite 104 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Seite 116 - The wintry hedge was black, The green grass was not seen, The birds did rest on the bare thorn's breast, Whose roots, beside the pathway track, Had bound their folds o'er many a crack, Which the frost had made between.
Seite 92 - The death which he had often contemplated during the last months as certain and near he here represented in such colours as had, in his lonely musings, soothed his soul to peace. The versification sustains the solemn spirit which breathes throughout : it is peculiarly melodious. The poem ought rather to be considered didactic than narrative : it was the outpouring of his own emotions, embodied in the purest form he could conceive, painted in the ideal hues which his brilliant imagination inspired,...
Seite 111 - HER voice did quiver as we parted ; Yet knew I not that heart was broken From which it came, and I departed Heeding not the words then spoken. Misery — O Misery, This world is all too wide for thee ! LINES TO A CRITIC.
Seite 65 - This book is sacred to me and as no other creature shall ever look into it I may write in it what I please — yet what shall I write — that I love the author beyond all powers of expression and that I am parted from him dearest and only love — by that love we have promised to each other although I may not be yours I can never be another's.
Seite 166 - How are you, my best Mary ? Write especially how is your health and how your spirits are, and whether you are not more reconciled to staying at Lerici, at least during the summer. You have no idea how I am hurried and occupied ; I have not a moment's leisure, but will write by next post. Ever, dearest Mary, Yours affectionately, S. I have found the translation of the
Seite 183 - My name will never be Trelawny. I am not so young as I was when you first knew me, but I am as proud. I must have the entire affection, devotion, and, above all, the solicitous protection of any one who would win me. You belong to womenkind in general, and Mary Shelley will never be yours.
Seite 206 - Worthless as they who wrought it : 'tis the doom Of spirits of my order to be rack'd In life, to wear their hearts out, and consume Their days in endless strife, and die alone...
Seite 39 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh...
Seite 81 - For what a minute did I see you yesterday — is this the way my beloved that we are to live till the sixth" Mary wrote him, "in the morning I look for you and when I awake I turn to look on you — dearest Shelley you are solitary and uncomfortable why cannot I be with you to cheer you and to press you to my heart...