The Life of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 1Kegan Paul, Trench, 1887 |
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acquaintance admiration appeared beauty Boinville Bracknell Bysshe Shelley CHAP CHAP.XI Charles Grove Clairmont Clara copy Cuckfield delight Dublin Eliza Eton eyes father Feb.-Aug feelings Field Place gentle Godwin happy Harriet Harriet Westbrook heart Hogg's Hookham hope Horsham human imagination intellect interest Irvyne Jan.-July Jane January journal Keswick Lady Leigh Hunt letter living London look Lynmouth manuscript March Mary Mary Godwin Mary Shelley Mary Wollstonecraft Mary's Medwin mind Miss Hitchener moral morning Necessity of Atheism never night Oxford pamphlet passion Peacock Percy Percy Bysshe Shelley perhaps philosopher poem poet poetry possession printed probably published Queen Mab says Hogg seemed Sept.-Dec Shelley wrote Shelley's sister Southey spirit Stockdale things thought Timothy Shelley tion truth verse walk Westbrook wife William Godwin wonder words writes written young youth Zastrozzi
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