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
At Brentford the girlish elements of Bysshe's nature were in the
ascendant, the masculine elements altogether in abeyance. Possibly the
latter elements had never manifested themselves at Field Place, where the
little fellow, with younger sisters for his playmates, had lived at the
end of his mother's apron-string something too long. If they had shown
themselves in his earlier childhood, they seem to have retired from view
during his stay at Dr. Greenlaw's school. Bearing a stronger likeness to
the Geordie Byron, of Aberdeen High School, who fell a-weeping before his
classmates, on being required for the first time to answer to the proud
title of 'Dominus,' than to the Geordie Byron of the same school, who,
notwithstanding his lameness, used to spring (in his hopping way) with
clenched fists and flashing eyes at boys of superior size and strength,
little Bysshe seems throughout his time at Sion House to have justified
the disdain in which he was held, alike by the big and the small bullies
of the dismal playground, as a chicken-heart and a milk-sop. His old
schoolfellow, Gellibrand, who died something over twelve months in his
ninety-third year, used to describe the Shelley of Dr. Greenlaw's
seminary as a 'girl in boy's clothes, fighting with open hands and rolling
on the floor when flogged, not from the pain, but "from a sense of
indignity."' (_Vide_ Mr. Augustine Birrell's letter to the _Athenæum_ of
3rd May, 1884.)
Scared and cowed by the first greetings of the playground, he seems never
to have gained heart to learn the games, of which he had been compelled to
confess a shameful ignorance, or to repay with boyish energy and in proper
style the snubs and blows of boys as small as himself. Every boy's hand
was raised against him; and when he raised his own in retaliation, it was
to slap with open palm. What the big bullies bade him do, he did meekly
and often to his cost. When they ordered him to run after their balls, he
obeyed till he was ready to drop with fatigue. When they ordered him to
fetch books from the circulating library, to 'truck' Latin dictionaries
and other scholastic volumes (appraised by avoirdupois weight) with the
grocer for lumps of cheese or sweetstuff, he broke bounds and did their
commands, earning once and again a smart punishment 'from the Doctor,' by
his submissiveness to lawless orders. But he never joined of his own will
in the pastimes of his schoolfellows, great or small. Moping in corners by
himself, when the other boys were playing clamorously at prisoners' bars
or leap-frog, with their marbles or their tops, he counted the days till
next breaking-up day, recalled the pleasures of the garden where his
little sisters had been his sturdiest playmates, or conned the pages of
stories, borrowed from the circulating library. Sometimes on half-holidays
he loitered for the hour together under the southern wall of the
playground, as far as possible out of the way of his uncongenial
companions.
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