Lucy Madox Brown Rossetti,
Mrs. Shelley
(1890)
“ And for Shelley, the contrast from the desolate home, where sulks and ill-humour assailed him, and which, for a time, was a deserted home for him; where facts, or his fitful imagination, ran riot with his honour, to the home where all showed its roseate side for him; where all vied to please the young benefactor, who was the humble pupil of its master; where Mary, in the expanding glow of youth and intellect, could talk on equal terms with the enthusiastic poet. Were not the eyes of Godwin and his wife blinded for the time, when still reconciliation with Harriet was possible? ”
