Sydney Waterlow

Summary

Sydney Waterlow,  Shelley

“ In this life Of error, ignorance, and strife, Where nothing is, but all things seem, And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery. That garden sweet, that lady fair, And all sweet shapes and odours there, In truth have never passed away: 'Tis we, 'tis ours, are changed; not they. For love, and beauty, and delight, There is no death nor change: their might Exceeds our organs which endure No light, being themselves obscure. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Sydney Waterlow,  Shelley

“ And just as, on stepping into the open air, the splendours of mountain, sky, and sea may enlarge our feelings with wonder and delight, so a corresponding change may occur in our emotions towards one another; in this setting of a universe with which we feel ourselves now rapturously, now calmly, united, we love with less artifice, with greater impetuosity and self-abandonment. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Sydney Waterlow,  Shelley

“ A calmer passage of great interest then explains his philosophy of love:
"That best philosophy, whose taste Makes this cold common hell, our life, a doom As glorious as a fiery martyrdom,"
and tells how he "never was attached to that great sect," which requires that everyone should bind himself for life to one mistress or friend; for the secret of true love is that it is increased, not diminished, by division; like imagination, it fills the universe; the parts exceed the whole, and this is the great characteristic distinguishing all things good from all things evil.
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Source: Gutenberg

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