My Mistress and My Friend (Anne Boleyn), “My heart and I surrender themselves into your hands, and we supplicate to be commended to your good graces, and that by absence your affections may not be diminished to us, for that would augment our pain… more than I ever thought could be felt.” my Adele, my adorable and adored Adele, what have I not to tell you? O, God! for two days, I have been asking myself every moment if such happiness is not a dream. It seems to me that what I feel is not of earth. I cannot yet comprehend this cloudless heaven.” I cannot better explain to you what I felt than by saying that your unknown heart seemed to pass into my bosom—there to dwell forever—while mine, I thought, was translated into your own.” these letters were just beautiful and made me feel like a 17th century babe in a corset. there is nothing like reading love letters of people who thought these letters would stay private👀 Ziniet, kas šo grāmatu padarītu vēl populārāku nekā to izdarīja tas, ka Kerija Bredšova to lasīja ''Sekss un lielpilsēta'' pirmajā filmā? Tas, ka to ieskaņotu audio formātā un tur šīs vēstules lasītu Benedikts :)

a wild, delicious excitement which I would not have lost for the world. [...] everything has a gloss upon it. Well, it does my heart good that when in love these "great" men wrote as corny and cheesy love letters as I did. But I should not like you to take long walks without me. I entreat you to follow my advice exactly, for it comes from my heart.

The letters are a mixture of witty and petulant and illicit and mundane, which proves to lessen the fairytale image often conjured of ancient love and heightens the realness of it. It enhances the often overlooked fact that these men lived. It brings a kinship between the men of the past and those of the present despite, no, because of, their various forms of correspondence and how they chose to articulate the desires of their souls.

Honor with your presence the man who, if only he were free, would go a thousand miles to throw himself at your feet and never move from there.” It is so much fun get to see everyone with their families and dressed in Halloween costumes. 8. The types of candy and food that are popular during Halloween time are candy corn, caramel apples and many other fun foods. While the entirety of “No Need To Argue” could find its place on a Top 10, these are two of my personal favorites that standout aside “Zombie.” Notable mentions include “Ode To My Family,” “The Icicle Melts,” and “Yeats’ Grave.” 6. “Warchild” from “To The Faithful Departed” For a few years you may flutter in some frivolous circle. But the time will come when you will sigh for any heart that could be fond and despair of one that can be faithful. [...] then you will recall to your memory the passionate heart that you have forfeited, and the genius you have betrayed. pp  p p p
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p  ppp )p pAs much as I loved reading about the poet, John Keats, and the reactionary critics he shared with William Hazlitt ( oh the joys of literary criticism), I also loved reading Keats' letters to the great love of his life, Fanny Brawne: To Josephine at Milan “That day when you say ‘I love you less’ will mark the end of my love and the last day of my life. Have you ceased to love me? My heart, obsessed by you, is full of fears which prostrate me with misery. You alone are the joy and torment of my life.” There were a few winning qualities: I found the little biographies before each letter interesting, though there was some wording I wish Doyle would've changed (i.e. when a wife cheated on her husband, it was an "affair," but when a man cheated with a married woman it was "love"), but otherwise I found them interesting, and Doyle's neutrality didn't seem to overly-romanticize the more unhealthy relationships. I like that Doyle did not exclude Wilde's homosexuality as well. I was afraid for a moment, as she went on about his marriage, that she was going to ignore that portion of his life completely and instead deliver some letters from his early courtship with his wife (if those even exist?); but no, she only included the letters he wrote to his male partner. And of the letters, Wilde's were perhaps the most respectful of their subject (Twain's too, and the last letter in the book from the soldier who told his girlfriend she was free to have a life while he was at war). To Madame de Boufflers “I had accustomed myself, of a long time, to think of you as a friend from whom I was never to be separated during any considerable time … I had flattered myself to pass our lives in intimacy … I kiss your hands with all the devotion possible.”

James Joyce was born on February 2, 1882, in Dublin, Ireland, into a large Catholic family. Joyce was a very good pupil, studying poetics, languages, and philosophy at Clongowes Wood College, Belvedere College, and the Royal University in Dublin. Joyce taught school in Dalkey, Ireland, before marrying in 1904. Joyce lived in Zurich and Triest, teaching languages at Berlitz schools, and then settled in Paris in 1920 where he figured prominently in the Parisian literary scene, as witnessed by Ernest Hemingway's A Moveable Feast. Joyce's collection of fine short stories, Dubliners, was published in 1914, to critical acclaim. Joyce's major works include A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Ulysses, Finnegans Wake, and Stephen Hero. Ulysses, published in 1922, is considered one of the greatest English novels of the 20th century. The book simply chronicles one day in the fictional life of Leopold Bloom, but it introduces stream of consciousness as a literary method and broaches many subjects controversial to its day. As avant-garde as Ulysses was, Finnegans Wake is even more challenging to the reader as an important modernist work. Joyce died just two years after its publication, in 1941. Culture Trip launched in 2011 with a simple yet passionate mission: to inspire people to go beyond their boundaries and experience what makes a place, its people and its culture special and meaningful — and this is still in our DNA today. We are proud that, for more than a decade, millions like you have trusted our award-winning recommendations by people who deeply understand what makes certain places and communities so special. Gives you all the feels, I wish we still had this culture of writing letters especially love letters to each other to convey our feelings. I firmly believe when you write someone a letter, you give them a part of you to keep forever. I thought of asking your permission to meet you by chance in Freibourg.Pierre Curie to Maria Sklodovska, 1894 Love Letters of Great Men by Ursula Doyle is a collection that includes personal and private letters from some great names in history and literature, including:I want to end this review with an extract from my favourite letter as it highlights all this book means for me. The letter is question is a charming correspondence from Danial Webster to Josephine Seaton, a lady who left her bonnet at his house:

I am vain enough to conclude that (like most young fellows) a fine lady's silence is consent and so I write on – To Livy Darling “Let us look forward to the coming anniversaries, with their age and their gray hairs without fear and without depression, trusting and believing that the love we bear each other will be sufficient to make them blessed.” The first snowflake means that life is about to slow down, and settle into a calmer pace. After all, who can be out and about so much when the roads are sketchy? The first snowflake means that there is no chance for Summer to rear it’s out of season head and cause uncomfortable humidity and heat. The first snowflake means the earth gets a break. The first snowflake means future quiet evenings with a good book in front of the fire. The first snowflake means that while the plants are sleeping, the moisture has a chance to soak in and create the ability for rebirth in the Spring. The first snowflake means beauty as the brown, dead fields are covered with pristine white. There were also some truly touching, sweet, lovely intimate exchanges, such as Schiller's trembling hopefulness that his beloved may return his feelings and his selfless and genuinely respectful explanation as to why he hadn't dared reveal his heart sooner: One thing I am [as] sure of as that I exist: that is that I have all your heart and all your love. So I just want you to enjoy yourself - I love you so much. Have a topping time on the river and at shows, etc, with your friends, won't you?The Cranberries - Why Acoustic version of "Why" from the new album "Something Else". Out Now: https://cranberries.lnk.to/SEID Follow The Cranberries: ... Translation: “Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, that’s alright because I love the way it hurts…” Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827), Revolutionary Musician and Composer