Percy Bysshe Shelley eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 166 pages of information about Percy Bysshe Shelley.

“As I thought of the delight Shelley felt in such scenes of loneliness and grandeur whilst living, I felt we were no better than a herd of wolves or a pack of wild dogs, in tearing out his battered and naked body from the pure yellow sand that lay so lightly over it, to drag him back to the light of day; but the dead have no voice, nor had I power to check the sacrilege—­the work went on silently in the deep and unresisting sand, not a word was spoken, for the Italians have a touch of sentiment, and their feelings are easily excited into sympathy.  Byron was silent and thoughtful.  We were startled and drawn together by a dull, hollow sound that followed the blow of a mattock; the iron had struck a skull, and the body was soon uncovered....  After the fire was well kindled we repeated the ceremony of the previous day; and more wine was poured over Shelley’s dead body than he had consumed during his life.  This with the oil and salt made the yellow flames glisten and quiver.  The heat from the sun and fire was so intense that the atmosphere was tremulous and wavy....  The fire was so fierce as to produce a white heat on the iron, and to reduce its contents to grey ashes.  The only portions that were not consumed were some fragments of bones, the jaw, and the skull; but what surprised us all was that the heart remained entire.  In snatching this relic from the fiery furnace, my hand was severely burnt; and had any one seen me do the act, I should have been put into quarantine.”

Shelley’s heart was given to Hunt, who subsequently, not without reluctance and unseemly dispute, resigned it to Mrs. Shelley.  It is now at Boscombe.  His ashes were carried by Trelawny to Rome and buried in the Protestant cemetery, so touchingly described by him in his letter to Peacock, and afterwards so sublimely in “Adonais”.  The epitaph, composed by Hunt, ran thus:  “Percy Bysshe Shelley, Cor Cordium, Natus iv.  August MDCCXCII.  Obiit VIII Jul.  MDCCCXXII.”  To the Latin words Trelawny, faithfullest and most devoted of friends, added three lines from Ariel’s song, much loved in life by Shelley: 

    Nothing of him that doth fade,
    But doth suffer a sea-change
    Into something rich and strange.

“And so,” writes Lady Shelley, “the sea and the earth closed over one who was great as a poet, and still greater as a philanthropist; and of whom it may be said, that his wild spiritual character seems to have prepared him for being thus snatched from life under circumstances of mingled terror and beauty, while his powers were yet in their spring freshness, and age had not come to render the ethereal body decrepit, or to wither the heart which could not be consumed by fire.”

CHAPTER 8.

Epilogue.

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