PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
AS A
philosopher and reformer.
BY
CHARLES SOTHERAN.
INCLUDING AN ORIGINAL SONNET
BY
CHARLES W. FREDERICKSON
TOGETHER WITH
A PORTRAIT OF SHELLEY AND A VIEW OF HIS TOMB.
"Let us See the Truth, whatever that may be."—Shelley, 1822.
NEW YORK:
CHARLES P. SOMERBY, 139 EIGHTH STREET.
1876.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1876,
by CharlesSotheran,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
TO
CHARLES WILLIAM FREDERICKSON,
OF NEW YORK.
Dear Friend:
As in ancient times, none were allowed participation in the HigherMysteries, without having proved their fitness for the reception ofesoteric truth, so in these days only those seem to be permitted tobreathe the hidden essence in Shelley, who have realized the acutephases of spiritality. Among the few who have enjoyed these bi-foldgifts, none have had more fortuitous experience than yourself, to whomI now take the liberty of dedicating this volume.
Yours fraternally,
Charles Sotheran.
December, 1875.
view of shelley's tomb, in the protestant cemetery, at rome. from a sketch by a.j. strutt
"To see the sun shining on its bright grass, and hear the whisperingof the wind among the leaves of the trees, which have overgrown thetomb of Cestius, and the soil which is stirring in the sun-warm earth,and to mark the tombs, mostly of women and young children, who, buriedthere, we might, if we were to die, desire a sleep they seem tosleep."—Shelley.
To the Memory
OF
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY,
BY
CHARLES W. FREDERICKSON.
That told the story of its countless years,
I stood, and wondered by the silent dust
Of the "Eternal Child." Oh, Shelley!
To me it was not given to know thy face,
Save through the mirrored pages of thy works;
Those whisper'd words of wood and wave, are to mine ears,
Sweet as the music of ocean's roar, that breaks on sheltered shores.
Thy sterner words of Justice, Love and Truth,
Will to the struggling soul a beacon prove,
And barrier against the waves of tyranny and craft.
Then rest, "Cor Cordium," and though thy life
Was brief in point of years, its memory will outlive
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