The Letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett

The Letters of Robert Browning
and

Elizabeth Barrett Barrett, Vol. 1 (of 2) 1845-1846, Edited by Robert B.
Browning
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Title: The Letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett,
Vol. 1 (of 2) 1845-1846
Author: Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
Editor: Robert B. Browning
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THE LETTERS
OF
ROBERT BROWNING

AND
ELIZABETH BARRETT BARRETT
1845-1846
WITH PORTRAITS AND FACSIMILES
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOL. I.
FOURTH IMPRESSION
LONDON
SMITH, ELDER, & CO., 15 WATERLOO PLACE
1900
[Illustration: Robert Browning
from an oil painting by Gordigiani]

NOTE
In considering the question of publishing these letters, which are all
that ever passed between my father and mother, for after their marriage
they were never separated, it seemed to me that my only alternatives
were to allow them to be published or to destroy them. I might, indeed,
have left the matter to the decision of others after my death, but that
would be evading a responsibility which I feel that I ought to accept.
Ever since my mother's death these letters were kept by my father in a
certain inlaid box, into which they exactly fitted, and where they have
always rested, letter beside letter, each in its consecutive order and
numbered on the envelope by his own hand.
My father destroyed all the rest of his correspondence, and not long
before his death he said, referring to these letters: 'There they are, do
with them as you please when I am dead and gone!'
A few of the letters are of little or no interest, but their omission would
have saved only a few pages, and I think it well that the correspondence

should be given in its entirety.
I wish to express my gratitude to my father's friend and mine, Mrs.
Miller Morison, for her unfailing sympathy and assistance in
deciphering some words which had become scarcely legible owing to
faded ink.
R.B.B.
1898.

ADVERTISEMENT
The correspondence contained in these volumes is printed exactly as it
appears in the original letters, without alteration, except in respect of
obvious slips of the pen. Even the punctuation, with its characteristic
dots and dashes, has for the most part been preserved. The notes in
square brackets [] have been added mainly in order to translate the
Greek phrases, and to give the references to Greek poets. For these,
thanks are due to Mr. F.G. Kenyon, who has revised the proofs with the
assistance of Mr. Roger Ingpen, the latter being responsible for the
Index.

ILLUSTRATIONS
PORTRAIT OF ROBERT BROWNING Frontispiece After the picture
by Gordigiani FACSIMILE OF LETTER OF ROBERT BROWNING
_To face p. 578_

THE LETTERS OF
ROBERT BROWNING
AND
ELIZABETH BARRETT BARRETT
1845-1846

_R.B. to E.B.B._
New Cross, Hatcham, Surrey. [Post-mark, January 10, 1845.]
I love your verses with all my heart, dear Miss Barrett,--and this is no
off-hand complimentary letter that I shall write,--whatever else, no
prompt matter-of-course recognition of your genius, and there a

graceful and natural end of the thing. Since the day last week when I
first read your poems, I quite laugh to remember how I have been
turning and turning again in my mind what I should be able to tell you
of their effect upon me, for in the first flush of delight I thought I would
this once get out of my habit of purely passive enjoyment, when I do
really enjoy, and thoroughly justify my admiration--perhaps even, as a
loyal fellow-craftsman should, try and find fault and do you some little
good to be proud of hereafter!--but nothing comes of it all--so into me
has it gone, and part of me has it become, this great living poetry of
yours, not a flower of which but took root and grew--Oh, how different
that is from lying to be dried and pressed flat, and prized highly, and
put in a book with a proper account at top and bottom, and shut up and
put away ... and the book called a 'Flora,' besides! After all, I need not
give up the thought of doing that, too, in time; because even now,
talking with whoever is worthy, I can give a reason for my faith in one
and another excellence, the fresh strange music, the affluent language,
the exquisite pathos and true new brave thought; but in this