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The letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett Volume 2; 1845-1846; with portraits and facsimiles
The letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett Volume 2 1845-1846 with portraits and facsimiles Author:Robert Browning This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 Excerpt: ... Then, you shall fill the words with their freight, and I will look on and love you,--is that too much? 1e»--for any other--No--for one yo... more »u know is yours--Your very own. For the quick departing yesterday our day was not spoken of.. it is Saturday, is it not? E. B. B. to B. B. Tuesday Evening. Post.mark, July 1, 1846. Thank you for letting me see dear Mr. Kenyon'a letter. He loves you, admires you, trusts you. When what is done cannot be undone, then he will forgive you besides--that is, he will forgive both of us, and set himself to see all manner of good where now he would see evil if we asked him to look. So we will not, if you please, ask him to look on the encouragement of ever so many more kind notes, pleasant as they are to read, and worthy to trust to, under certain conditions. Dear Mr. Kenyon--but how good he is! And I love him more (shall it be under-love?) because of his right perception and understanding of you--no one among men sets you higher than he does as a man and as a poet--even if he misses the subtle sense, sometimes. So you dine with him--don't you? And I shall have you on Wednesday instead of Thursday! yes, certainly. And on Saturday, of course, next time. In the carriage, to-day, I went first to Mr. Kenyon's, and as he was not at home, left a card for a footstep. Then Arabel and Flush and I proceeded on our way to Mr. Boyd's in St. John's Wood, and I was so nervous.. so anxious for an excuse for turning back.. that.. can you guess what Arabel said to me? 'Oh Ba'; she said, 'such a coward as you are, never will be.. married, while the world lasts.' Which made me laugh if it did not make me persevere--for you see by it what her notion is of an heroic deed! So, there, I stood at last, at the door of poor Mr. Boyd's dark little room,...« less