Word: shelleys
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...letter to his publisher from Poet Percy Bysshe Shelley...
...three men chosen were: Roy M. Cohen '36, who read from "John Brown's Body" by Stephen Vincent Bent, Tucker Dean '37, reading poems by Elizabeth and Robert Browning, and Roy W. Winsauer '36, who presented selections from Browning, Shelley, and Wordsworth...
...often been remarked by men of letters that a cold and wintry clime tends to discourage the poetic spirit, and that many a melodious bard in embryo has been frozen to an early silence by inclement weather. Shelley, Keats, and Byron, they say, flew like birds from foggy England to a land where pomegranates bloom at Christmas, and so must all young men who seek the favor of the Muses. Be this as it may, however, it is an undoubted and indisputable fact that the lines proudly gleaming in print below were inspired by the pedestrial slushiness Cambridge has suffered...
...Quaker, who lifted up his eyes to Parnassus and neighboring hills. Soon his poems began appearing in newspapers; he left the farm and took to journalism. Even in his salad days his poems were notable for their uprightness; he considered the age poisoned by the licentiousness of Byron and Shelley, and in later years was said to have hurled a copy of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass into the fire. But he was soon to pipe a fiercer tune. Sacrificing his personal ambition to the cause of Liberty, he "knocked Pegasus on the head, as a tanner does...
Romantic to the end was the heart of Poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, who drowned in the Gulf of Spezia in 1822. Italian sanitary laws then required the immediate cremation of a drowned corpse. Those who disposed of Shelley's corpse were Poet Leigh Hunt (who wrote a nerve-wracking description of the event), Poet George Gordon Lord Byron, and Adventurer Edward John Trelawny. As Shelley's incinerating ribs fell apart on their pyre of driftwood, adventurous Trelawny, a lion of a man, thrust in his brawny arm, snatched out the simmering heart. Cried Lord Byron...