The original text cannot be found, but it seems that this sentence comes from the love story of Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning. Let me tell you a story about the two of them.
Elizabeth Barrett (Elizabeth, a famous female poet, was born in a wealthy bourgeois family on March 6, 1806. She showed her studious nature and literary talent since she was a child. She had never received formal education , with self-study, she became proficient in ancient Greek, and also learned Latin and the languages ????of many European countries.
She grew up in the countryside of southwest England. She was a lively girl who loved books and also loved books. She loves nature, and she also loves to ride a pony on the green fields - our female poet had a happy childhood. However, when she was 15 years old, she accidentally broke her spine while riding a horse, and she has been in trouble ever since. She lost her precious health and has been a patient confined to bed for more than 20 years.
Her life is miserable enough, but her suffering does not end there. She has to suffer unexpected blows again and again. /p>
First her mother died, and then her brother Edward became her dearest person. He accompanied her to recuperate in the country, but unfortunately he drowned in the river that she could see from the window. She returned to live with her family in Wimpole Street, London. The cold, damp climate of London was harmful to chronically ill people, and her health worsened during the summer. In the chair, it was rare for someone to hold her and go downstairs once or twice to see the sun; in winter, she stayed in the room like a hibernating dormouse, unable to move.
But she still couldn't move. She took on the bitterness of life, lived tenaciously, and wrote her sorrow and hope into poetry. She published the English translation of "Prometheus Bound" and the poetry collection "Angels" in 1833 and 1838. , and often contributed articles to literary magazines in London.
Meeting Browning, her two volumes of poetry were published in 1844, which was a memorable milestone in her long creative life. Because of this collection of poems, she got acquainted with another poet, Robert Browning (1812-1889), and her life full of sorrow opened a new chapter. Browning was still an unknown young poet, and only a few friends knew him. Browning read her collection of poems, and his surging enthusiasm drove him to write this letter: Dear Miss Barrett, your poems. I love you so much, I love your poems so much - and I love you at the same time... The next day, the poetess replied to him with a long letter: Dear Mr. Browning: From the bottom of my heart, I Thank you from the bottom of my heart... Their sincere and pure friendship began from then on. They continued to write letters to each other, exchanged sincere opinions on each other's poetry creation, talked about literature and life, confided in morning and evening inspirations, and reminisced about childhood scenes. .... The diligent correspondence in the first four and a half months suddenly opened a window in her dark life - the brightest moment in her day was when dusk fell and she heard the postman's knock on the door in anticipation.
After several requests, he overcame her fear of meeting strangers and came to her ward in late May on a warm and windy late spring day. He saw her, pitiful, thin and sickly, curled up on her sofa. She couldn't even bend down to give up her seat when distinguished guests came. There was a somewhat sad look in her big, deep eyes.
On the third day after the meeting, she actually received a letter of marriage proposal from him.
What girl doesn’t have the dream of sweet love? But our female poet is no longer a young girl. She is 39 years old and has completely given up hope in life. Her "lover" is 6 years younger than her, working hard and promising, and is in the golden age of life.
She took the letter and suffered all night, and the next day she picked up the pen and rejected him sadly but decisively. At the same time, I asked him not to say such "ignorant" words in the future, otherwise the friendship between the two of them would not be maintained.
Browning hurriedly wrote a letter to apologize, not caring that he had never lied. He explained that the previous letter was just a thank-you statement that went too far and was just a temporary indiscretion.
The storm is over for the time being. But they really couldn't let go of each other, and their correspondence was even more diligent than before, often writing one or even two letters every day. Before getting a reply from the other party, I often have trouble sleeping and eating.
The Power of Love From spring to summer, Browning continued to collect the best roses from his garden and send them to the poetess. The bright colors and fragrance of the flowers, coupled with the affection of the flower sender, add so much life to the originally dark ward. In order to make those lovely flowers more lively, the windows that were always closed were opened, and there began to be a flow of air in the ward.
During this period, the poetess' health improved rapidly, and her shrunken vitality showed its vitality again. The doctors didn't know that this was love, this was the new joy and new joy of life. One can only marvel at the miracles created by hope.
The winter of this year happened to be particularly warm. One day in the first month of the year, she walked down the stairs and walked into the reception room with her own steps (rather than letting one of her brothers hold her). " I surprised everyone, as if I didn’t walk down the stairs, but walked out of the window.”
The spring of the second year came very early, and in early February, the lilacs and hawthorns were already blooming. The buds have sprouted, the elder trees have bolted their leaves, and the thrushes and "white-throated birds" are already singing their hearts out on the branches. In April, the poetess showed her confidence in the future and secretly bought a bonnet worn by women when going out. In the middle of May the owner of the bonnet, accompanied by her sister, ventured into the park. The sunlight filtered through the leaves of the forest, looking exceptionally soft and speckled, all over her body. She got out of the carriage, stepped onto the green lawn, and picked a laburnum from the tree. The fresh air of nature made her intoxicated for a while, and the people moving around suddenly became the embellishments of the dream, as if at this moment, only herself and her sweetheart who were not in front of her were the real ones. of. She put the little laburnum in a letter and sent it to Browning in return for the many flowers he kept sending her.
It was during that period that she began to write the "Portuguese Sonnets" dedicated to her lover, and her talent reached its peak here.
When he proposed to her for the third time, she could no longer refuse. She was already a conquered man and agreed to her lover's call with all her heart.
Her sister Henrietta reported to her father that she had a marriage. Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly became furious, as if his daughter had committed an immoral act, and frightened the female poet next to her so much that she fainted on the spot. past. She would rather go to the Great Western Railway and endure the roar of a train coming into the station again than face such an angry father.
On September 12, 1846, the poetess walked out of the house with trembling legs after a sleepless night. Accompanied by her loyal maid, she hired a car and went to a nearby church to meet her husband. The lovers got married quietly. No relatives from her natal family were present, but she was so excited that she felt that since the church was built, how many women had held weddings standing where she was standing, but none of them were as happy as she was, and they had no reason to be wholeheartedly married. Dedicate love and trust to her husband. Although her parents and other relatives were there to bless and congratulate them when they got married, she didn't, but she didn't regret it and thought it was fair, "because I'm so happy that I don't need it!"
This couple The newlyweds walk out of the church and can only break up temporarily. When she was about to step into the house, she reluctantly took off the bride's wedding ring. A week later, she was almost ready, so she quietly took her loyal maid, her pet dog, and the love letters accumulated over the past year and eight months that she could not bear to keep. Left home. The newlyweds left the island country, crossed the English Channel, and headed for the European continent.
In Italy, they first went to Paris, France. After staying for a week, they went south to Marseille and took a boat to Genoa, Italy. In early October, they arrived at their destination, Pisa. They lived in this sunny and quiet mountain town for half a year; their life was quiet and happy, and they almost forgot about the world. In April of the next year, he moved to Florence, the birthplace of the Italian Renaissance.
For four years, the couple never left Italy and lived very happily. Browning said: "We are as happy as two owls in a cave, except that 'Ba' has become fatter and her face is rosy." A girlfriend also described the female poet this way: "This patient is not getting better, but He has changed into a different person. "It is indeed the case. He was originally a disabled person who clung to the bed, but now he has become a healthy traveler who climbs mountains, wades in water, and explores beautiful places: Venice, Padua, Milan and other places have left behind their tours. trace. In Milan, she followed her husband to the top of the cathedral. The poetess wrote to her sister: "I told him not to praise his wife when he meets others. He has been here and played there with him. It seems that a wife with two legs is the rarest living treasure in the world. ”
In March 1849, the third year after her marriage, the poetess just celebrated her 43rd birthday, adding untold joy and a man to the small family.
Little "Berigni" is very smart and has artistic talent. His mother taught him English, French, and Italian, and his father gave him two hours of music lessons every day (Browning had a profound musical accomplishment). He was able to play Beethoven's sonatas at the age of eight or nine. Later he became an artist.
In 1851, Mr. and Mrs. Browning took their two-year-old child through Switzerland and France to visit the United Kingdom after five years of absence. However, Mrs. Browning could never set foot in her hometown again. The old father took one look at his adorable little grandson and forgave his daughter who was kneeling at his feet. She never got to see her father again, and the door of 50 Wimpole Street was closed to her forever. The old man returned the letter written respectfully by his daughter, together with the previous letters, intact, and did not forgive her until his death.
The Brownings spent 15 years of happy life together. During these 15 years, they never knew that they would be separated. On June 29, 1861, Mrs. Browning said goodbye to her Robert. Before she died, she didn't have much pain (she just suffered from bronchitis), and she didn't have any premonitions. She just felt tired.
It was one night when she was discussing summer plans with Browning. "She talked and laughed with him, expressing her love in the tenderest words. Then she felt tired and nestled against Browning's chest and fell asleep. She dozed like this for a few minutes, and her head suddenly dropped. He thought she was in a daze for a moment, but she left and never came back." She closed her eyes in her husband's arms, her face looking like a girl, smiling and happy.
The news came that on the morning of July 1, all the shops in the urban area where "Jidiju" was located voluntarily closed their business to express their grief.
The people of Florence were grateful for Mrs. Browning's deep sympathy for the Italian national independence movement. In the name of the city government, they placed a bronze statue on the wall of the "Gidi" where she lived during her lifetime. The commemorative plaque is engraved in Italian: Here E.B.B lived and wrote. She combines the wisdom of a scholar, the soul of a poet and the heart of a woman. She used her poetry to forge a golden chain linking Italy and England together.
A grateful Florentine in 1861
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It is said that Mrs. Browning wrote more than 40 of these fourteen love poems during her pre-marital love. Lines of poetry, secretly put into the husband's pocket until after the marriage, with instructions to burn them if he didn't like them. After reading it, Browning said, "I would never dare to keep to myself the most beautiful sonnet in any language since Shakespeare." Therefore, these poems were printed.
How do I love thee?--Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints — love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tea'rs, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
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I shall but love thee better after Death.
How do I love you - Mrs. Browning
How do I love you? There are countless words to express:
The degree of my love for you is so profound and far-reaching,
It feels as if my soul has flown to the nine heavens and the underworld,
< p>To explore the mystery of life and the grace of God.Whether it is day or night, I love you endlessly.
My daily essential health food cannot be interrupted.
I love you purely, not to be confused by flattery or flattery.
I love you bravely, just like fighting for justice!
Love you with the pain of the past and the loyalty of childhood,
Love you with the tears, the laughter and all of life.
Without you, my heart would have lost its sage.
Without you, my heart would have lost its passion.
If God is willing, please be my master and witness:
After my death, I will love you deeper and deeper!