《世界上最动人的书信》 作者：海明威
罗伯特?勃朗宁致伊丽莎白?芭蕾特（2）
罗伯特?勃朗宁致伊丽莎白?芭蕾特（2）
Since the day Comst week when I first read your poems, I quite Comugh 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 fComt, 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 Comnguage, the exquisite pathos and true new brave thought; but in this addressing myself to you—your ownself, and for the first time, my feeling rises altogether.
I do, as I say, love these books with my heart and I love you too. Do you know I was once not very far from seeing—really seeing you? Mr. Kenyon said to me one morning “Would you like to see Miss Barrett?” then he went to announce me,—then he returned… you were too unwell, and now it is years ago, and I feel as at some untoward passage in my travels, as if I had been close, so close, to some world's—wonder in chapel or crypt, only a screen to push and I might have entered, but there was some slight, so it now seems, slight and just sufficient bar to admission, and the half?opened door shut, and I went home my thousands of miles, and the sight was never to be?
Well, these Poems were to be, and this true thankful joy and pride with which I feel myself,
Yours ever faithfully,
Robert Browning＿T＿xt，小说天堂
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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 Comnguage, the exquisite pathos and true new brave thought; but in this addressing myself to you—your ownself, and for the first time, my feeling rises altogether.
I do, as I say, love these books with my heart and I love you too. Do you know I was once not very far from seeing—really seeing you? Mr. Kenyon said to me one morning “Would you like to see Miss Barrett?” then he went to announce me,—then he returned… you were too unwell, and now it is years ago, and I feel as at some untoward passage in my travels, as if I had been close, so close, to some world's—wonder in chapel or crypt, only a screen to push and I might have entered, but there was some slight, so it now seems, slight and just sufficient bar to admission, and the half?opened door shut, and I went home my thousands of miles, and the sight was never to be?
Well, these Poems were to be, and this true thankful joy and pride with which I feel myself,
Yours ever faithfully,
Robert Browning＿T＿xt，小说天堂