Percy B Shelley.
SHELLEY
Some thing working on !!
Where to begin with shelley?
How could someone like me truly express a genius, or even put anything into wording that could give tribute to this profound genius.
To me Shelley is a pure genius, a brief out line about the person, for l believe one can not truly appreciate poetical works without first knowing the inner mind of the person.
“He was thrown on his own resources and on the inspiration of his soul, and he wrote because his mind over flowed, without the hope being appreciated. The truth burst forth from his heart sometimes in solitude.”
Shelley’s life was spent in the contemplations of nature, in arduous ardent study or in acts of kindness and affections. He was a scholar and a profound metaphysician; with out possessing much scientific knowledge, he was unravelled in the justness and remarkable observation on natural objects. He knew every plant by name, familiar with history and habits of every production of earth even down to interpreting without fault each appearance in the sky; the varied phenomena’s of heaven and earth filled him deep emotion.
A quote from his notes whilst writing the poem queen mabs,
The plurality of worlds, - the indefinite immensity of the universe, is a most awful subject of contemplation
He who rightly feels its mystery and grandeur is in no danger of seduction from the falsehoods of religious systems,
Or the universe.
It is impossible to believe that the spirit that pervades this machine begat a son upon the body of a Jewish woman;
Or is angered at the consequences of that necessity, which is a synonym of it self.
All that miserable tale of the devil. And eve, and an intercessor, with the Jews, is irreconcilable with the knowledge of the stars.
The works of his fingers have borne witness against him.
I find reading further in Shelley’s notes the extent of this genius he knew every distance between each planet and earth, even the distance a planet comes to the sun whilst passing… as quote again from notes. “Observations on the eclipses of Jupiter’s satellites have 95,000,000 miles (finding the whole item to difficult to translated into my own words, Shelley’s mind is beyond my intelligence) skip that example.
Further Reading bring this to light and this l guess gives me my own personal strength, we discover that shelley was neither very accurate, nor consistent, in his spelling. He was, to say the truth, indifferent about all such matters: he was so absorbed in the spectacle of the world travailing for lack of the gospel of political justice, even in his most carefully finished ‘fair copy’ shelley also unpunctuated and sometimes punctuates capriciously, his mind was apt to stray from the work in hand to higher things, he would lose himself in contemplating those airy and abstractions and lofty visions, “such a poet is not of an age, but for all time”
The philosophical thoughts of shelly are great inspiration to any one on a journey of life, for many years one viewed them selves as possibly verging on the edge of insanity why did l see things so different to various members of those closest to me the love and desire to be alone solitude, and yet the hunger to have inner loneliness crushed, thoughts of what and why and where continually deep in thought on questions that one never realised had been thought before. Struggling with humanities injustice and agonies guess the darkness with the human soul, and various private agonies, the fight against religious encoding that only limits the mind and soul, one could go on but this isn’t about me merely to express reasons for a deep affection and identity of the works of shelley, l guess we are drawn to those who are revealing our inner passions, we observe we are not alone and that these geniuses like shelly are passing on their beauty of discoveries freezing a moment in philosophical reflection of possibilities.
Would like to quote something from the notes of shelley something he wrote about him self, this to me reveals the modest attitude and share humility “with the last year of the life of shelley these notes end. They are not what l intended them to be. I began with energy, and burning desire to impart the world, in worthy language the sense l have of the virtues and genius of the beloved and the lost; my strength has failed under the task. Recurrence to the past, full of its own deep and unforgotten joys and sorrow, contrasted with succeeding years of painful and solitary struggle, has shaken my health, days of great suffering have followed my attempts to write, and these again produced a weakness and languor that spread their sinister influence over these notes. l dislike speaking of my self, but cannot help apologising to the dead, and to the public, for not having executed in the manner l desire the history l engaged to writing”.
Shelley possessed two remarkable qualities of intellect a brilliant imagination, and a logical exactness of reason, at one time he deliberated to poetry or metaphysics; and resolving the former, he educated himself for it, discarded in a great measure his philosophical pursuits, and engaging himself in the study of the poets of Greece, Italy and England.
He was very fond of travelling, and ill health increased this restlessness. The sufferings occasions of the cold English winter often made him in spring visiting Switzerland and who rent a house by lake Geneva; and many a day, in cloud or sunshine was passed alone in his boat. The majestic aspects of nature ministered such thoughts as he afterwards en wove with verse. He wrote two poems in the year 1816 one such an occasion one of which hymn to an intellectual beauty. This is a personal favourite to me part of the name “Soulofharmony” comes from this very Hymn quote. Verse 1 out of 7
The awful shadow of some unseen power
Floats though unseen among us, -visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower, -
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glances
Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening, -
Like clouds in starlight widely spread,
Like memory of music fled, -
Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
As the river runs to the sea, and yet the sea is never full shelley leaves my soul continually wanton for more, one can just recline in meditation on the uniqueness and abilities of shelley pure genius taking nature and giving it a soul a spirit to entwine with human emotion. As quoted from some of his notes on Prometheus bound (notes on shelley by Mary shelley second wife)
Shelley develops, more particularly in the lyrics of his drama, his abstruse and imaginative theories with regard to the creation. It requires a mind as subtle and penetrating as his own to understand the mystic meanings scattered through- out the poem. They elude the ordinary reader by their abstraction ad delicacy of distinction, but they are far from vague.
It was his design to write prose metaphysical essays on the nature of man, which would have served to explain much of what is obscure in his poetry; a few scattered fragments of observations and remarks alone remain. He considered these philosophical views of mind and nature to be instinct with the intense at spirit of poetry. Poets that are more popular clothe the ideal with the familiar and sensible imagery. Shelley loved to idealise the real- to gift the mechanism of the material universe with a soul and a voice, and to bestow such also on the most delicate and abstract emotion and thoughts of the mind. Sophocles was a great master in this species of imagery
The Mask of Anarchy.
On august 16th 1819 a large crowd between 50,000 and 60,000 gathered at St. Peters fields Manchester, to hear Henry hunt
(Orator Hunt) addressing them on parliament reform, and fearing a riot, the magistrates ordered the yeomanry to disperse the assembly, 11 people killed, including two women, and some 500 injured. Hunt was arrested and given three years imprisonment.
The massacre caused great indignation through out England. (Also known as Peter loo Massacre founded on the back of waterloo)
Written on the occasion of the massacre at Manchester.
Shelley wrote with a passion and conviction the needs of his countrymen here in England he felt very much there needs and pains. A republican and loved a democracy. He looked upon all human beings as inheriting an equal right to possess the dearest privileges of or nature; the necessaries of life when fairly earned by labour, and intellectual instruction. His hatred of any despotism that looked upon the people as not to be consulted, or protected from want and ignorance was intense.
News of the Manchester massacre reached him; (whilst travelling in Italy) it aroused in him violent emotions of indignations and compassion. The great truth that the many, if accordant and resolute, could control the few, in later years these traits came forth the longing to teach his injured country men to resist, inspired by these feels his wrote The Mask of Anarchy.
Quote from the Mask of Anarchy
Last came anarchy: he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like death in the Apocalypse,
And he wore a kingly crown;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark l saw-
‘I am GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!’
Shelley’s continual human passions shone through this poem for justice.
Among some of Shelley’s most insightful works for me personally lay not in so much the poetry but the philosophical notes made whilst contemplating the subject matter, consequently revealing more about the individuality of Shelley’s prolific intelligence and insight to the human injustices. Amongst a personal choice A, dialogue from Falsehood and vice.
Whilst monarchs laughed upon their thrones
To her a famished nation’s groans,
And hugged the wealth wrung from the woe
That makes its eyes and veins o’er flow, -
Those thrones, high built upon the heaps
Of bones where frenzied famine sleeps,
Where slavery wields her scourge of iron,
Red with mankind’s unheeded gore and war’s mad fiends the scene envision,
Mingled with shrieks a drunken roar,
There vice and falsehood took their
Stand,
High raised above the unhappy land.
Falsehood!
Brother! Arise from the dainty fare, which thousands have toiled and bled
To bestow;
A finer feast for thy hungry ear
Is the news that l bring of humans woe.
Vice.
The verse goes on.
Shelley writes in his notes the following observations of the human position on earth.
There is no real wealth but the labour of man.
The nobleman who employs the peasant of his neighbourhood in building his palaces,
Until ‘flatters himself that he has gained the title of a patriot by yielding to the impulses of vanity.
The show the pomp of courts adduce the same apology for its continuance; and many a fete has been given, many a woman has eclipsed her beauty by her dress, to benefit the labouring poor and to encourage trade.
Who does not see that this is a remedy, which aggravates whilst it palliates the countless disease of society?
The poor are set to labour for what? Not for food for which they famish: not for blankets for want of which their babes
Are frozen by the cold of their miserable hovels: not the comforts of civilised man is far more miserable than meanest savage; oppressed as he is by all its insidious evils, within the daily and taunting prospect of its innumerable benefits assiduously exhibited before him.
Later in Shelley’s philosophical notes, he observes the Christian faith.
Even Love is sold.
(Area about to work on)
The state of society in which we exist is a mixture of feudal savageness and imperfect civilisation. The narrow and unenlightened morality of the Christian religion is an aggravation of these evils.
It is not even until lately that mankind have admitted that happiness is the sole end of the science of ethics, as of all other sciences; and that fanatical idea of mortifying the flesh for the love of god has been discard.
Some thing working on !!
Where to begin with shelley?
How could someone like me truly express a genius, or even put anything into wording that could give tribute to this profound genius.
To me Shelley is a pure genius, a brief out line about the person, for l believe one can not truly appreciate poetical works without first knowing the inner mind of the person.
“He was thrown on his own resources and on the inspiration of his soul, and he wrote because his mind over flowed, without the hope being appreciated. The truth burst forth from his heart sometimes in solitude.”
Shelley’s life was spent in the contemplations of nature, in arduous ardent study or in acts of kindness and affections. He was a scholar and a profound metaphysician; with out possessing much scientific knowledge, he was unravelled in the justness and remarkable observation on natural objects. He knew every plant by name, familiar with history and habits of every production of earth even down to interpreting without fault each appearance in the sky; the varied phenomena’s of heaven and earth filled him deep emotion.
A quote from his notes whilst writing the poem queen mabs,
The plurality of worlds, - the indefinite immensity of the universe, is a most awful subject of contemplation
He who rightly feels its mystery and grandeur is in no danger of seduction from the falsehoods of religious systems,
Or the universe.
It is impossible to believe that the spirit that pervades this machine begat a son upon the body of a Jewish woman;
Or is angered at the consequences of that necessity, which is a synonym of it self.
All that miserable tale of the devil. And eve, and an intercessor, with the Jews, is irreconcilable with the knowledge of the stars.
The works of his fingers have borne witness against him.
I find reading further in Shelley’s notes the extent of this genius he knew every distance between each planet and earth, even the distance a planet comes to the sun whilst passing… as quote again from notes. “Observations on the eclipses of Jupiter’s satellites have 95,000,000 miles (finding the whole item to difficult to translated into my own words, Shelley’s mind is beyond my intelligence) skip that example.
Further Reading bring this to light and this l guess gives me my own personal strength, we discover that shelley was neither very accurate, nor consistent, in his spelling. He was, to say the truth, indifferent about all such matters: he was so absorbed in the spectacle of the world travailing for lack of the gospel of political justice, even in his most carefully finished ‘fair copy’ shelley also unpunctuated and sometimes punctuates capriciously, his mind was apt to stray from the work in hand to higher things, he would lose himself in contemplating those airy and abstractions and lofty visions, “such a poet is not of an age, but for all time”
The philosophical thoughts of shelly are great inspiration to any one on a journey of life, for many years one viewed them selves as possibly verging on the edge of insanity why did l see things so different to various members of those closest to me the love and desire to be alone solitude, and yet the hunger to have inner loneliness crushed, thoughts of what and why and where continually deep in thought on questions that one never realised had been thought before. Struggling with humanities injustice and agonies guess the darkness with the human soul, and various private agonies, the fight against religious encoding that only limits the mind and soul, one could go on but this isn’t about me merely to express reasons for a deep affection and identity of the works of shelley, l guess we are drawn to those who are revealing our inner passions, we observe we are not alone and that these geniuses like shelly are passing on their beauty of discoveries freezing a moment in philosophical reflection of possibilities.
Would like to quote something from the notes of shelley something he wrote about him self, this to me reveals the modest attitude and share humility “with the last year of the life of shelley these notes end. They are not what l intended them to be. I began with energy, and burning desire to impart the world, in worthy language the sense l have of the virtues and genius of the beloved and the lost; my strength has failed under the task. Recurrence to the past, full of its own deep and unforgotten joys and sorrow, contrasted with succeeding years of painful and solitary struggle, has shaken my health, days of great suffering have followed my attempts to write, and these again produced a weakness and languor that spread their sinister influence over these notes. l dislike speaking of my self, but cannot help apologising to the dead, and to the public, for not having executed in the manner l desire the history l engaged to writing”.
Shelley possessed two remarkable qualities of intellect a brilliant imagination, and a logical exactness of reason, at one time he deliberated to poetry or metaphysics; and resolving the former, he educated himself for it, discarded in a great measure his philosophical pursuits, and engaging himself in the study of the poets of Greece, Italy and England.
He was very fond of travelling, and ill health increased this restlessness. The sufferings occasions of the cold English winter often made him in spring visiting Switzerland and who rent a house by lake Geneva; and many a day, in cloud or sunshine was passed alone in his boat. The majestic aspects of nature ministered such thoughts as he afterwards en wove with verse. He wrote two poems in the year 1816 one such an occasion one of which hymn to an intellectual beauty. This is a personal favourite to me part of the name “Soulofharmony” comes from this very Hymn quote. Verse 1 out of 7
The awful shadow of some unseen power
Floats though unseen among us, -visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower, -
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glances
Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening, -
Like clouds in starlight widely spread,
Like memory of music fled, -
Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
As the river runs to the sea, and yet the sea is never full shelley leaves my soul continually wanton for more, one can just recline in meditation on the uniqueness and abilities of shelley pure genius taking nature and giving it a soul a spirit to entwine with human emotion. As quoted from some of his notes on Prometheus bound (notes on shelley by Mary shelley second wife)
Shelley develops, more particularly in the lyrics of his drama, his abstruse and imaginative theories with regard to the creation. It requires a mind as subtle and penetrating as his own to understand the mystic meanings scattered through- out the poem. They elude the ordinary reader by their abstraction ad delicacy of distinction, but they are far from vague.
It was his design to write prose metaphysical essays on the nature of man, which would have served to explain much of what is obscure in his poetry; a few scattered fragments of observations and remarks alone remain. He considered these philosophical views of mind and nature to be instinct with the intense at spirit of poetry. Poets that are more popular clothe the ideal with the familiar and sensible imagery. Shelley loved to idealise the real- to gift the mechanism of the material universe with a soul and a voice, and to bestow such also on the most delicate and abstract emotion and thoughts of the mind. Sophocles was a great master in this species of imagery
The Mask of Anarchy.
On august 16th 1819 a large crowd between 50,000 and 60,000 gathered at St. Peters fields Manchester, to hear Henry hunt
(Orator Hunt) addressing them on parliament reform, and fearing a riot, the magistrates ordered the yeomanry to disperse the assembly, 11 people killed, including two women, and some 500 injured. Hunt was arrested and given three years imprisonment.
The massacre caused great indignation through out England. (Also known as Peter loo Massacre founded on the back of waterloo)
Written on the occasion of the massacre at Manchester.
Shelley wrote with a passion and conviction the needs of his countrymen here in England he felt very much there needs and pains. A republican and loved a democracy. He looked upon all human beings as inheriting an equal right to possess the dearest privileges of or nature; the necessaries of life when fairly earned by labour, and intellectual instruction. His hatred of any despotism that looked upon the people as not to be consulted, or protected from want and ignorance was intense.
News of the Manchester massacre reached him; (whilst travelling in Italy) it aroused in him violent emotions of indignations and compassion. The great truth that the many, if accordant and resolute, could control the few, in later years these traits came forth the longing to teach his injured country men to resist, inspired by these feels his wrote The Mask of Anarchy.
Quote from the Mask of Anarchy
Last came anarchy: he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like death in the Apocalypse,
And he wore a kingly crown;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark l saw-
‘I am GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!’
Shelley’s continual human passions shone through this poem for justice.
Among some of Shelley’s most insightful works for me personally lay not in so much the poetry but the philosophical notes made whilst contemplating the subject matter, consequently revealing more about the individuality of Shelley’s prolific intelligence and insight to the human injustices. Amongst a personal choice A, dialogue from Falsehood and vice.
Whilst monarchs laughed upon their thrones
To her a famished nation’s groans,
And hugged the wealth wrung from the woe
That makes its eyes and veins o’er flow, -
Those thrones, high built upon the heaps
Of bones where frenzied famine sleeps,
Where slavery wields her scourge of iron,
Red with mankind’s unheeded gore and war’s mad fiends the scene envision,
Mingled with shrieks a drunken roar,
There vice and falsehood took their
Stand,
High raised above the unhappy land.
Falsehood!
Brother! Arise from the dainty fare, which thousands have toiled and bled
To bestow;
A finer feast for thy hungry ear
Is the news that l bring of humans woe.
Vice.
The verse goes on.
Shelley writes in his notes the following observations of the human position on earth.
There is no real wealth but the labour of man.
The nobleman who employs the peasant of his neighbourhood in building his palaces,
Until ‘flatters himself that he has gained the title of a patriot by yielding to the impulses of vanity.
The show the pomp of courts adduce the same apology for its continuance; and many a fete has been given, many a woman has eclipsed her beauty by her dress, to benefit the labouring poor and to encourage trade.
Who does not see that this is a remedy, which aggravates whilst it palliates the countless disease of society?
The poor are set to labour for what? Not for food for which they famish: not for blankets for want of which their babes
Are frozen by the cold of their miserable hovels: not the comforts of civilised man is far more miserable than meanest savage; oppressed as he is by all its insidious evils, within the daily and taunting prospect of its innumerable benefits assiduously exhibited before him.
Later in Shelley’s philosophical notes, he observes the Christian faith.
Even Love is sold.
(Area about to work on)
The state of society in which we exist is a mixture of feudal savageness and imperfect civilisation. The narrow and unenlightened morality of the Christian religion is an aggravation of these evils.
It is not even until lately that mankind have admitted that happiness is the sole end of the science of ethics, as of all other sciences; and that fanatical idea of mortifying the flesh for the love of god has been discard.