Trelawny's Recollections of the Last Days of Shelley and Byron
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from ... Show synopsis This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ...La Barca Nominata Ii Don Juan, E Tutta La Sua Carica, ApparteNente Al Mio Marito, Per Essere Alla Sua DisPozizione. 'Maria Shelley. 'Genova, 16 SETTbre, 1822.' To which I added two lines from Shelley's favourite play The Tempest, Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea change into something Rich and strange. The other tomb built merely to fill up the recess, was likewise covered in the same way--but blank without as within. I planted eight seedling cypresses. When I last saw them in 1844, the seven which remained, were about thirty-five feet in height. I added flowers as well. The ground I had purchased, I inclosed, and so ended my task. Shelley came of a long-lived race, and, barring accidents, there was no reason why he should not have emulated his forefathers in attaining a ripe age. He had no other complaint than occasional spasms, and these were probably caused by the excessive and almost unremitting strain on his mental powers, the solitude of his life, and his long fasts, which were not intentional, but proceeded from the abstraction and forgetfulness of himself and his wife. If food was near him, he ate it, --if not, he fasted, and it was after long fasts that he suffered from spasms. He was tall, slim, and bent from eternally poring over books; this habit had contracted his chest. His limbs were well proportioned, strong and bony--his head was very small--and his features were expressive of great sensibility, and decidedly feminine. There was nothing about him outwardly to attract notice, except his extraordinarily juvenile appearance. At twenty-nine, he still retained on his tanned and freckled cheeks, the fresh look of a boy--although his long wild locks were coming into blossom, as a polite hairdresser once said to me, .