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To Incomparable Edith - (by Woodrow Wilson)
My noble, incomparable Edith,
I do not know how to express or analyze the conflicting emotions that have surged like a storm through my heart all night long. I only know that first and foremost in all my thoughts has been the glorious confirmation you gave me last night - without effort, unconsciously, as of course - of all I have ever thought of your mind and heart.
You have the greatest soul, the noblest nature, the sweetest, most loving heart I have ever known, and my love, my reverence, my admiration for you, you have increased in one evening as I should have thought only a lifetime of intimate, loving association could have increased them.
You are more wonderful and lovely in my eyes than you ever were before; and my pride and joy and gratitude that you should love me with such a perfect love are beyond all expression, except in some great poem which I cannot write. ...For my beloved Wife Elizabeth ... - (by Oliver Cromwell)
My Dearest,
I have not leisure to write much, but I could chide thee that in many of thy letters thou writest to me, that I should not be unmindful of thee and thy little ones. Truly, if I love thee not too well, I think I err not on the other hand much. Thou art dearer to me than any creature; let that suffice.
The Lord hath showed us an exceeding mercy: who can tell how great it is. My weak faith hath been upheld. I have been in my inward man marvellously supported; though I assure thee, I grow an old man, and feel infirmities of age marvellously stealing upon me. Would my corruptions did as fast decrease. Pray on my behalf in the latter respect. The particulars of our late success Harry Vane or Gil. Pickering will impart to thee. My love to all dear friends. I rest thine, ...France King's Love Letter - (by Henry IV of France)
This letter is to Gabrielle d'Estr es From the battle field before Dreux
June 16, 1593
...Love Letters to Fanny Brawne - (by John Keats)
I never knew before, what such love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fanny was afraid of it, lest it burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures...I love you the more in that I believe you have liked me for my own sake and nothing else. I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel. Every yours, my love!
I have no limits now to my love. I have been astonished that men could die martyrs of religion. I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more. I could be martyred for religion- love is my religion - I could die for you. My creed is love and you are its only tenet. You have ravished me away by a power I cannot resist...My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you ...Yours for ever - John Keats.Love Letters to Wife - (by James Joyce)
You are my only love. You have me completely in your
power. I know and feel that if I am to write anything
fine and noble in the future I shall do so only by
listening at the doors of your heart. I would like to ...
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