The Real Shelley. New Views of the Poet's Life. Vol. 1 (of 2)Jeaffreson, John Cordy
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The Real Shelley. New Views of the Poet's Life. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Jeaffreson, John Cordy
Poets, English -- 19th century -- Biography; Shelley, Percy Bysshe, 1792-1822
Notwithstanding the incidents, which may have disposed him to rate his
Brentford preceptor as one of his earlier tyrants, there is evidence that,
after coming to manhood, Shelley remembered Dr. Greenlaw with qualified
approval, if not with affection. As they walked past the gloomy brick
house to which he had just called his companion's attention, Shelley
'spoke of the master, Doctor Greenlaw, not without respect, saying, "he
was a hard-headed Scotchman, and man of rather liberal opinions."' To be
tinctured with liberality of sentiment was, in Shelley's opinion, to have
a quality of goodness.
If Medwin was justified in saying that 'Sion House was a perfect hell' to
Shelley, it is probable that the bullies of the playground were more
accountable than the discipline of the schoolroom for the boy's hatred of
the place. Numbering about sixty scholars, some of whom were seventeen or
eighteen years old, the school--governed out of school-hours by bullies,
who might bully any one weak enough to be bullied, instead of by 'masters'
entitled to bully only their own fags--was just the place to be fruitful
of misery for a shy, nervous, mammy-sick lad; lacking the muscle and pluck
to hold his own with boys of his own age. On appearing for the first time
in the playground--fenced with four high walls, and adorned with the
solitary tree, to which the school-bell was hung--the child from Field
Place found himself surrounded by a mob of inquisitive urchins, who at a
glance saw he had neither the strength nor the courage to answer a rough
word with a ready blow. Could he play at pegtop? at marbles? at hopscotch?
at cricket? As each of these questions was answered in the negative, a cry
of derision went up from his inquisitors. His girlish looks and long hair,
his red-and-white complexion and the slightness of his long (not oval)
face provoked uncomplimentary criticism. Then came questions about his
home. Had he any sisters? What were their names? Where did they live? Had
he a mother? What was his father? What was he 'blubbing' about? On hearing
that his father was a Member of Parliament, some of the boys (possibly the
tradesmen's sons) intimated that he had better not give himself airs.
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