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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 — John Shaqi

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

I am much better this morning than I was a week ago: indeed I
    improve a little every day. I rely upon taking a walk with you
    upon the first of May: in the mean time undergoing a babylonish
    captivity I shall not be jew enough to hang up my harp upon
    a willow, but rather endeavour to clear up my arrears in
    versifying, and with returning health begin upon something new:
    pursuant to which resolution it will be necessary to have my or
    rather Taylor’s manuscript,[43] which you, if you please, will
    send by my Messenger either today or tomorrow. Is Mr. D.[44]
    with you today? You appeared very much fatigued last night: you
    must look a little brighter this morning. I shall not suffer
    my little girl ever to be obscured like glass breath’d upon,
    but always bright as it is her _nature to_. Feeding upon sham
    victuals and sitting by the fire will completely annul me. I
    have no need of an enchanted wax figure to duplicate me, for
    I am melting in my proper person before the fire. If you meet
    with anything better (worse) than common in your Magazines let
    me see it.

                    Good bye my sweetest Girl.

                                                              J. K.


XXVI.

    My dearest Fanny, whenever you know me to be alone, come, no
    matter what day. Why will you go out this weather? I shall
    not fatigue myself with writing too much I promise you. Brown
    says I am getting stouter.[45] I rest well and from last
    night do not remember any thing horrid in my dream, which is a
    capital symptom, for any organic derangement always occasions a
    Phantasmagoria. It will be a nice idle amusement to hunt after
    a motto for my Book which I will have if lucky enough to hit
    upon a fit one—not intending to write a preface. I fear I am
    too late with my note—you are gone out—you will be as cold as a
    topsail in a north latitude—I advise you to furl yourself and
    come in a doors.

                          Good bye Love.

                                                              J. K.


XXVII.

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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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