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...
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...
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...
To Fanny Brawne, March 1820 Sweetest Fanny, You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have...
To Fanny Brawne, February 1820 My dearest girl; According to all appearances I am to be separated from you as much as possible. How I shall be able to bear it, or whether it will not be worse than your presence now and then, I cannot tell. I must be...
To Fanny Brawne, 4th February 1820 Dearest Fanny, I shall send this the moment you return. They say I must remain confined to this room for some time. The consciousness that you love me will make a pleasant prison of the house next to yours. You must...
To Fanny Keats, 20th December 1819 Wentworth Place My dear Fanny; When I saw you last, you asked me whether you should see me again before ChristmasYou would have seen me if I had been quite well. I have not, though not unwell enough to have prevente...
To Fanny Brawne, 13th October, 1819. College Street My dearest Girl; This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you...
To Autumn SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all frui...
To J. H. Reynolds, 21st September, 1819. Winchester My dear Reynolds; I was very glad to hear from Woodhouse that you would meet in the Country. I hope you will pass some pleasant time together. I am surprised myself at he pleasure I live alone in. T...