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Adieu admirable affectionately antique Apennines arch Ariosto arrived Bagni di Lucca beautiful boat Calderon Cenci Claire colours columns dark DEAR FRIEND DEAR PEACOCK DEAREST delightful editions England English entablature expect express faithfully feel Florence forms Fraser's Magazine Gisborne Greek Guido hear Henry hills hope Horace Smith imagine inclose interest Italian Italy journey kind Leghorn LEIGH HUNT Lerici Livorno lofty London Lord Byron magnificent marble Mary Medwin miles months morning mountains Naples never night Ollier overhang P. B. S. LETTER P. B. SHELLEY perfect perhaps Petrarch picture Pisa plain poem poet poetry Pompeii Pray Prometheus Ravenna received rocks Rome ruins scene scenery sculpture seems seen sent Shelley's side sincerely spirits sublime suppose Tasso tell temple things THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK tragedy translation Tuscany Venice wind winter wish write written wrote
280 psl. - I think one is always in love with something or other ; the error, and I confess it is not easy for spirits cased in flesh and blood to avoid it, consists in seeking in a mortal image the likeness of what is, perhaps, eternal.
307 psl. - ... and be more of an artist, and load every rift of your subject with ore. The thought of such discipline must fall like cold chains upon you, who perhaps never sat with your wings furled for six months together. And is not this extraordinary talk for the writer of Endymion, whose mind was like a pack of scattered cards ? I am picked up and sorted to a pip.
124 psl. - Many thanks for your attention in sending the papers which contain the terrible and important news of Manchester. These are, as it were, the distant thunders of the terrible storm which is approaching. The tyrants here, as in the French Revolution, have first shed blood.
12 psl. - I have devoted this summer, and indeed the next year, to the composition of a tragedy on the subject of Tasso's madness, which I find upon inspection is, if properly treated, admirably dramatic and poetical.
307 psl. - You I am sure will forgive me for sincerely remarking that you might curb your magnanimity and be more of an artist, and 'load every rift
118 psl. - Apennines half enclosing the plain is nothing ; it dwindles into smoke in the mind, when I think of some familiar forms of scenery, little perhaps in themselves, over which old remembrances have thrown a delightful colour. How we prize what we despised when present ! So the ghosts of our dead associations rise and haunt us, in revenge for our having let them starve, and abandoned them to perish.
46 psl. - ... of its flow, which brings the letters into a smaller compass than one expected from the beginning of the word. It is the symbol of an intense and earnest mind, exceeding at times its own depth, and admonished to return by the dullness of the waters of oblivion striking upon its adventurous feet. You know I always seek in what I see the manifestation of something beyond the present and tangible object ; and as we do not agree in physiognomy, so we may not agree now.
236 psl. - ... you with a secret which, for your sake, I withhold from Lord Byron) nothing would induce me to share in the profits, and still less in the borrowed splendour, of such a partnership. You and he, in different manners, would be equal, and would bring, in a different manner, but in the same proportion, equal stocks of reputation and success...
217 psl. - He lives in considerable splendour, but within his income, which is now about £4000 a year, £100 of which he devotes to purposes of charity. He has had mischievous passions, but these he seems to have subdued, and he is becoming, what he should be, a virtuous man.
259 psl. - Tanto peggio. Indeed, I have written nothing for this last two months : a slight circumstance gave a new train to my ideas, and shattered the fragile edifice when half built. What motives have I to write ? I had motives, and I thank the God of my own heart they were totally different from those of the other apes of humanity who make mouths in the glass of the time. But what are those motives now ? The only inspiration of an ordinary kind I could descend to acknowledge would be the earning £100 for...