 I could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her — to receive a letter from her — to see her handwriting would break my heart — even to hear of her anyhow, to see her name written, would be more than I can bear. My dear Brown,...  The Dublin Review - Page 150edited by - 1848Full view - About this book
 | 1848 - 640 pages
...to keep my eyes fixed on Hampstead all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again. No — O that I could be buried near where she lives ' I am...more than I can bear. My dear Brown, what am I to dot Where can I look for consolation or ease ? If I had any chance of recovery, this passion would... | |
 | Literature - 1848 - 634 pages
...to keep my eyes fixed on Hampstead all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again. No — 0 that I could be buried near where she lives ! I...her anyhow, to see her name written, would be more lhan I can bear. My dear Brown, what am I to do? Where can I look for consolation or ease? If I had... | |
 | American literature - 1849 - 606 pages
...to keep my eyes fixed on Hampsted all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again. Now ! Oh that I could be buried near where she lives ! I am...hand-writing would break my heart — even to hear of her any how, to see her name written, would be more than I can bear. My dear Brown, what am I to do ? where... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (1st baron Houghton.) - 1848 - 324 pages
...head. My imagination is horribly vivid about her — I see her — I hear her. There is nothing in the world of sufficient interest to divert me from...Where can I look for consolation or ease ? If I had any chance of recovery, this passion would kill me. Indeed, through the whole of my illness, both at... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 1848 - 574 pages
...my eyes fixed on Hampstead all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again. Now ! Oh, that 1 could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid...do ? Where can I look for consolation or ease ? If 1 had any chance of recovery, this passion would kill me. Indeed, through the whole of my illness,... | |
 | Literature - 1848 - 578 pages
...my head. There is nothing in the world of sufficient interest to divert me from her for a moment — I am afraid to write to her, to receive a letter from...see her name written, would be more than I can bear. When you write to me, which you will do immediately, write to Rome (paste restantej : if she is well... | |
 | 1848 - 916 pages
...me of her goes through me like a spear. The silk lining she put in my travelling-cap scalds my head. I am afraid to write to her — to receive a letter...see her name written would be more than I can bear. Oh ! I have coals of fire in my breast. It surprises me that the human heart is capable of containing... | |
 | John Keats - Poets, English - 1848 - 414 pages
...my eyes fixed on Hampstead all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again — Now ! — O that I could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her — to receive a from her — to see her handwriting would break my heart — ven to hear of her anyhow, to see her... | |
 | John Keats - Poets, English - 1848 - 420 pages
...keep my eyes fixed on Hampstead all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again—Now !—O that I could be buried near where she lives! I am afraid to write to her—to receive a letter from her—to see her handwriting would break my heart— even to hear of... | |
 | American periodicals - 1849 - 588 pages
...to keep my eyes fixed on Hampstead all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again. Now! Oh that I could be. buried near where she lives ! I am...what am I to do ? where can I look for consolation or ea«e ? If I had any chance of recovery, this passion would kill me. Indeed, through the whole of my... | |
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