Gothicized, Glamourized, Mythologized: The Funeral of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Gothic Keats Press
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Gothicized, Glamourized, Mythologized: The Funeral of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Gothic Keats Press
For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear.
“My heart is on fire; but my eyes are as cold as ashes.”
For what is it to die,”’ I read, ‘“but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to… but to…”’
That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,
Shivelights and s
... See moreThe poet John Keats once wrote to a friend of his named Bailey: “I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affection and the truth of Imagination—What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth—whether it existed before or not.”