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Love Letter from John Keats to Fanny Brawne
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6887949Love Letter from John Keats to Fanny Brawnehttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/love-letter-from-john-keats-to-fanny-brawne-0408100095573/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6430309/image.jpg?v=6386178098725300007575MXNGandhiInStock/Audiolibros/<p>Actor Rahul Bose lends his golden voice to some ethereal love letters written by some great personalities from the bygone era. The story of John Keats, a leading poet of the nineteenth century, and his beloved Fanny Brawne started with hope but ended on a tragic note. Keats met Fanny in November 1818 and fell in love with her instantly, much to the dismay of both her family and his contemporaries. The couple became secretly engaged soon after. However, in the winter of 1820 Keats became very ill. He was diagnosed with tuberculosis. Keats health progressively declined and in a final effort to save his own life, he moved to Italy. In 1821, at the age of 25, he was laid to rest. Buried with him, close to his heart, was an unopened letter from Fanny. Wednesday Morng. [Kentish Town, 1820] 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 talk of my going to Italy. Tis certain I shall never recover if I am to be so long separate from you: yet with all this devotion to you I cannot persuade myself into any confidence of you. You are to me an object intensely desirable the air I breathe in a room empty of you in unhealthy. I am not the same to you no you can wait you have a thousand activities you can be happy without me. Any party, anything to fill up the day has been enough. How have you passd this month? Who have you smild with? All this may seem savage in me. You do no feel as I do you do not know what it is to love one day you may your time is not come. I cannot live without you, and not only you but chaste you; virtuous you. The Sun rises and sets, the day passes, and you follow the bent of your inclination to a certain extent you have no conception of the quantity of miserable feeling that passes through me in a day Be serious! Love is not a plaything and again do not write unless you can do it with a crystal conscience. I would sooner die for want of you than Yours forever! J. Keats</p>...6565236Love Letter from John Keats to Fanny Brawne7575https://www.gandhi.com.mx/love-letter-from-john-keats-to-fanny-brawne-0408100095573/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6430309/image.jpg?v=638617809872530000InStockMXN99999DIAudiolibro20210408100095573_W3siaWQiOiJkYThlNTk4NS04ZTA0LTQwNDQtOWI2NS04ODJmYjZkMjY2NDIiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjc1LCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo3NSwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6Ildob2xlc2FsZSIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjQtMTItMjdUMTY6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZSwiaXNFbGlnaWJsZUZvckNyZWRpdFRyaWFsIjp0cnVlLCJjcmVkaXRQdXJjaGFzZVByaWNlIjoxfV0=0408100095573_<p>Actor Rahul Bose lends his golden voice to some ethereal love letters written by some great personalities from the bygone era. The story of John Keats, a leading poet of the nineteenth century, and his beloved Fanny Brawne started with hope but ended on a tragic note. Keats met Fanny in November 1818 and fell in love with her instantly, much to the dismay of both her family and his contemporaries. The couple became secretly engaged soon after. However, in the winter of 1820 Keats became very ill. He was diagnosed with tuberculosis. Keats health progressively declined and in a final effort to save his own life, he moved to Italy. In 1821, at the age of 25, he was laid to rest. Buried with him, close to his heart, was an unopened letter from Fanny. Wednesday Morng. [Kentish Town, 1820] 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 talk of my going to Italy. Tis certain I shall never recover if I am to be so long separate from you: yet with all this devotion to you I cannot persuade myself into any confidence of you. You are to me an object intensely desirable the air I breathe in a room empty of you in unhealthy. I am not the same to you no you can wait you have a thousand activities you can be happy without me. Any party, anything to fill up the day has been enough. How have you passd this month? Who have you smild with? All this may seem savage in me. You do no feel as I do you do not know what it is to love one day you may your time is not come. I cannot live without you, and not only you but chaste you; virtuous you. The Sun rises and sets, the day passes, and you follow the bent of your inclination to a certain extent you have no conception of the quantity of miserable feeling that passes through me in a day Be serious! Love is not a plaything and again do not write unless you can do it with a crystal conscience. I would sooner die for want of you than Yours forever! J. Keats</p>...0408100095573_Storytel Original INaudiolibro_0408100095573_0408100095573John KeatsInglésMéxicoNoMINUTE2021-02-12T00:00:00+00:00Storytel Original IN