Classic writing, modern delivery
164 letters · ~6 months at one per day
The letters of a poet who died at twenty-five—to his brothers, friends, and Fanny Brawne—on beauty, suffering, negative capability, and the costs of becoming an artist
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To Charles Cowden Clarke — London, October 31, 1816
London, October 31, 1816.
MY DAINTIE DAVIE--I will be as punctual as the Bee to the Clover. Very glad am I at the thoughts of seeing so soon this glorious Haydon and all his creation. I pray thee let me know when you go to Ollier's and where he resides--this I forgot to ask you--and tell me also when you will help me waste a sullen day--God 'ield you--
J. K.