Mary Shelley Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2017
- 120 min
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Alone, alone
All alone
Upon the wide, wide sea
And God will not take pity
on my soul in agony
[laughing]
- This weather.
- Ah, stop complaining.
It's Scotland,
what do you expect?
So I say to you, if all
things come from God...
...and we all come from God,
are we not part of God?
When we think, do we not
behold the very thoughts of God?
Can't say I feel like
much of a god.
Your body is tired, Baxter,
but your spirit,
it longs to soar.
What of you, Miss Godwin?
Do you think you are of God...
...like the great
poet Coleridge?
[birds chirping]
I'll admit...
...I thought Coleridge
was much more captivating
when I was a child.
There you go.
I'm surprised you can
remember back that far.
[Coleridge] Behold the
majesty of God's creation...
Well just how old are you then,
dear ancient one?
Old enough to know
why you are asking.
Ah.
[Coleridge] It's inspirational,
don't you think?
- I'm 16.
- Hmm.
How about you?
A wise old man indeed.
[laughter]
[Shelley, voiceover] As mountain
We shall be one spirit
within two frames
Oh, wherefore two?
One passion in twin hearts
which grows and grew
Till like two meteors
of expanding flame
Those spheres instinct
with it become the same
Touch, mingle
Are transfigured ever still
[knock on the door]
Burning, yet inconsumable
[gentle, melancholy music ]
Mary...
...I'm afraid I have some
terrible news from London.
It's your sister Claire.
[Mary]
May I ask you...
...could you tell Mr. Shelley
I said goodbye?
Of course.
[chatter]
Was Scotland everything
I said it would be?
Were you happy?
[Mary]
I was.
You will live again, Mary.
You have your mother's spirit.
You won't be confined for long.
She's been like this for weeks.
Claire?
Thank God!
You're finally back!
So you aren't dying?
Only from boredom.
You mean you weren't sick
at all?
[chatter]
[light music ]
[Shelley, voiceover]
Poor captive bird!
Who, from thy narrow cage
Pourest such music,
that it might assuage
who prisoned thee
Were they not deaf towards
sweet melody
This song shall be thy rose,
its petals pale
Are dead, indeed,
my adored Nightingale!
[horse whinnies]
[chatter]
It seems my mother's
latest reverie
is a young protg
for your father.
We are all to be
on our best behavior
at dinner tonight
to win him over.
He's wealthy, evidently.
She's a woman
of indomitable hope,
I can't deny her that.
[Godwin clears his throat]
[Godwin]
Mr. Percy Shelley,
may I present Mrs. Godwin,
my wife.
And our children,
William, Claire and Mary.
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