–, P .S. Were finer words expressing Love’s all-consuming ecstasies ever written or equaled? The analysis is based on the recognition of positive and negative politeness strategies Keats did indeed send his love letters to his beloved Fanny Brawne, and he sent them often. I don’t care much – I would sooner have Shakspeare’s opinion about the matter. If you come for a few minutes about six it may be the best time. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. Recipient: Fanny Brawne (1800-1865) was first Keats’s neighbor and later his fiancée. They fell in love, though Keats’s friends were against the match. If this north east would take a turn it would be so much the better for me. Do you hear the Th[r]ush singing over the field? Perhaps it is like a love letter written, but never sent, banished to some forgotten drawer amidst tax documents and other prosaic legal notices that one feels compelled to save for the rest of one’s life for fear of sword & cross from the faceless agents of petulant governmental bureaucracies. Thank your Mother, for the preserves, for me. Yes, give me but three summer days in the throes of such poetic love-sickness and I shall die happy and without regret. The morning is the only proper time for me to write to a beautiful Girl whom I love so much: for at night, when the lonely day has closed, and the lonely, silent, unmusical Chamber is waiting to receive me as into a Sepulchre, then believe me my passion gets entirely the sway, then I would not have you see those Rapsodies which I once thought it impossible I should ever give way to, and which I have often laughed at in another, for fear you should think me either too unhappy or perhaps a little mad…I am now at a very pleasant Cottage window, looking onto a beautiful hilly country, with a glimpse of the sea; the morning is very fine. However, Keats’s poetic ecstasies on both love & love-sickness were not fated to remain unknown, unremembered, or unloved. Examines Keats' tone and his romantic, exaggerated style and use of emotive language. I wish I had even a little hope. This is the fact as far as I know. Should you ever fancy me too low-spirited I must warn you to ascbribe [for ascribe] it to the medicine I am at present taking which is of a nerve-shaking nature – I shall impute any depression I may experience to this cause. Love letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne: ... To Fanny Brawne (13 October, 1819) 13 October, 1819 25 College Street My dearest Girl, This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. Further reading; Source material for Isabella, or The Pot of Basil; Worksheet downloads; Lines to Fanny: Synopsis and commentary Synopsis of Lines to Fanny. Now I have had opportunities of passing nights anxious and awake I have found other thoughts intrude upon me. How I shall be able to bear it, or whether it will not be worse than your presence now and then, I cannot tell. ‘On the night I was taken ill when so violent a rush of blood came to my Lungs that I felt nearly suffocated – I assure you I felt it possible I might not survive and at that moment though[ t] of nothing but you – ‘. Let me not longer detain you from going to Town – there may be no end to this imprisoning of you. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. It is to exist unnoticed, unfamiliar, unmotivated, unaccomplished, unloved, and unremembered. His illness brought them closer; when he left for Rome, they were engaged and deeply in love. I had a better night last night than I have had since my attack, and this morning I am the same as when you saw me. How illness stands as a barrier betwixt me and you! What is it like to live for lengthy periods of time in relative obscurity? I am nervous, I own, and may think myself worse than I really am; if so you must indulge me, and pamper with that sort of tenderness you have manifested towards me in different Letters. You must believe you shall, you will that I can do nothing say nothing think nothing of you but what has its spring in the Love which has so long been my pleasure and torment. I am sitting in the back room – Remember me to your Mother –. In my present state of Health I feel too much separated from you and could almost speak to you in the words of Lorenzo’s Ghost to Isabella. He stayed there from 29 June until the first or second week of August when he and his good friend Charles Brown moved to the cathedral city of Winchester. However, for a number of years after his death, Keats’s letters did exist a bit in obscurity—perhaps drawer-forgotten, but perhaps reread by Fanny from time to time—until 1878 when H.B. As next door neighbors, they exchanged numerous short notes, and occasionally more passionate ones. J.K –, My sweet love, I shall wait patiently till tomorrow before I see you, and in the mean time, if there is any need of such a thing, assure you by your Beauty, that whenever I have at any time written on a certain unpleasant subject, it has been with your welfare impress’d upon my mind. The utmost stretch my mind has been capable of was to endeavour to forget you for your own sake seeing what a change [for chance] there was of my remaining in a precarious state of health. These letters, in my biased opinion, contain some of the most beautiful passages of love-sick ecstasy ever written—yes, perhaps a bit hyperbolic, but Keats’s letters are dripping with poetry and inspire me more than any I have ever read. I shall see you pass. Perhaps he would have been horrified, but perhaps not. Send me the words “Good night” to put under my pillow. They fell in love, though Keats’s friends were against the match. To Fanny Brawne - letter by John Keats (Newport, July 3, 1819), My dearest Lady I am glad I had not an opportunity of sending off a Letter which I wrote for you. The eldest child of a widowed mother, she at first perplexed and exasperated the poet. A greater love through all my essence steal. His illness brought them closer; when he left for Rome, they were engaged and deeply in love. Forman privately published a small volume for auction titled Letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne . What would his Ladies have said! Love letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne: Frances “Fanny” Brawne (1800-1865) To Fanny Brawne (Newport, July 3, 1819) To Fanny Brawne (July 8th, 1819) To Fanny Brawne (11 October, 1819) To Fanny Brawne (13 October, 1819) To Fanny Brawne (19 October, 1819) To Fanny Brawne (10 (?) When I send this round I shall be in the front parlour watching to see you show yourself for a minute in the garden. They fell in love, though Keats’s friends were against the match. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. Link will appear as Hanson, Marilee. Letters of John Keats to his friends, family and Fanny Brawne, complete list of Keat's letters by years from 1816 to 1820 Toggle navigation Poems by John Keats (1795-1821) As next door neighbors, they exchanged numerous short notes, and occasionally more passionate ones.
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