济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)46 To Fanny Brawne, May 1820 Wednesday morning
To Fanny Brawne, May 1820 Wednesday morning My Dearest Girl, I have been a walk this morning with a book in my hand, but as usual I have been occupied with nothing but you: I wish I could say in an agreeable manner. I am tormented day and night. They
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)47 This Living Hand, Now Warm and Capable
This Living Hand, Now Warm and Capable This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry o
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)48 To Fanny Keats, 23 June 1820. Friday Morning
To Fanny Keats, 23 June 1820. Friday Morning My dear Fanny; I had intended to delay seeing you till a Book which I am now publishing was out, expecting that to be he end of this Week when I would have brought it to Walthamstow: on receiving your lett
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)49 To Fanny Keats, 5 July 1820 Wednesday
To Fanny Keats, 5 July 1820 Wednesday My dear Fanny; I have had no return of the spitting of blood, and for two or three days have been getting a little stronger. I have no hopes of an entire reestablishment of my health under some months of patience
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)50 To Fanny Keats, 22 July 1820
To Fanny Keats, 22 July 1820 My dear Fanny; I have been gaining strength for some days: it would be well if I could at the same time say I am gaining hopes of a speedy recovery. My constitution has suffered very much for two or three years past, so a
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)51 To Fanny Brawne, August 1820
To Fanny Brawne, August 1820 My dearest Girl; I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more concentrated in you; every thing else tastes like chaff in my Mouth. I feel it almost impossible to go to Italy
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)52 To Fanny Keats, 13 August 1820 Wentworth Place
To Fanny Keats, 13 August 1820 Wentworth Place My dear Fanny; It is a long time since I received your last. An accident of an unpleasant nature occurred at Mr. Hunts and prevented me from answering you, that is to say made me nervous. That you may no
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)53 To Percy Bysshe Shelley, 16 August 1820
To Percy Bysshe Shelley, 16 August 1820 My dear Shelley, I am very much gratified that you, in a foreign country, and with a mind almost over-occupied, should write to me in the strain of the letter beside me. If I do not take advantage of your invit
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)54 To Fanny Keats, dictated, 11th September 1820
To Fanny Keats, dictated, 11th September 1820 My dear Fanny; In the hope of entirely re-establishing my health I shall leave England for Italy this week and, of course I shall not be able to see you before my departure. It is not illness that prevent
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)55 To Charles Brown, 30th September 1820. The ‘Mar
To Charles Brown, 30th September 1820. The Maria Crowther, off Yarmouth, Isle of Wight My dear Brown; The time has not yet come for a pleasant letter from me. I have delayed writing to you from time to time because I felt how impossible it was to enl
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)56 To Mrs. Samuel Brawne, 24th October 1820 Naples
To Mrs. Samuel Brawne, 24th October 1820 Naples Harbour My dear Mrs. Brawne; A few words will tell you what sort of a passage we had, and what situation we are in, and few they must be on account of the Quarantine, our letters being liable to be open
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)57 To Charles Brown, 1st November 1820
To Charles Brown, 1st November 1820 My dear Brown; Yesterday we were let out of Quarantine, during which my health suffered more from bad air and a stifled cabin than it had done the whole voyage. The fresh air revived me a little, and I hope I am we
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)58 To Charles Brown, 30th November 1820
To Charles Brown, 30th November 1820 My dear Brown; It is the most difficult thing in the world to me to write a letter. My stomach continues so bad, that I feel it worse on opening any book,--yet I am much better than I was in Quarantine. Then I am
济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)59 When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be
When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high pilgrave;d books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's
