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Letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne: Written in the years MDCCCXIX and MDCCCXX and now given from the original manuscriptsKeats, John

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Letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne: Written in the years MDCCCXIX and MDCCCXX and now given from the original manuscripts

Name: Letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne: Written in the years MDCCCXIX and MDCCCXX and now given from the original manuscripts
Author: Keats, John

Keats, John

Brawne, Fanny, 1800-1865 -- Correspondence; Keats, John, 1795-1821 -- Correspondence; Poets, English -- 19th century -- Correspondence

My greatest torment since I have known you has been the
    fear of you being a little inclined to the Cressid; but that
    suspicion I dismiss utterly and remain happy in the surety of
    your Love, which I assure you is as much a wonder to me as a
    delight. Send me the words ‘Good night’ to put under my pillow.

    Dearest Fanny,

                         Your affectionate

                                                              J. K.


XIII.

    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 patient, and in the mean time you must think
    of it as little as possible. Let me not longer detain you from
    going to Town—there may be no end to this imprisoning of you.
    Perhaps you had better not come before tomorrow evening: send
    me however without fail a good night.

    You know our situation——what hope is there if I should be
    recovered ever so soon—my very health will not suffer me to
    make any great exertion. I am recommended not even to read
    poetry, much less write it. I wish I had even a little hope.
    I cannot say forget me—but I would mention that there are
    impossibilities in the world. No more of this. I am not strong
    enough to be weaned—take no notice of it in your good night.

    Happen what may I shall ever be my dearest Love

                         Your affectionate

                                                              J. K.


XIV.

    My dearest Girl, how could it ever have been my wish to forget
    you? how could I have said such a thing? The utmost stretch my
    mind has been capable of was to endeavour to forget you for
    your own sake seeing what a chance there was of my remaining
    in a precarious state of health. I would have borne it as I
    would bear death if fate was in that humour: but I should as
    soon think of choosing to die as to part from you. Believe too
    my Love that our friends think and speak for the best, and
    if their best is not our best it is not their fault. When I
    am better I will speak with you at large on these subjects,
    if there is any occasion—I think there is none. I am rather
    nervous today perhaps from being a little recovered and
    suffering my mind to take little excursions beyond the doors
    and windows. I take it for a good sign, but as it must not be
    encouraged you had better delay seeing me till tomorrow. Do not
    take the trouble of writing much: merely send me my good night.

    Remember me to your Mother and Margaret.

                         Your affectionate

                                                              J. K.


XV.

    My dearest Fanny,

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Letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne: Written in the years MDCCCXIX and MDCCCXX and now given from the original manuscripts

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