#brit lit

[fitz20sblog]

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

[sunshineonashelf]

will ladislaw major "man written by a woman" moment

[frogshunnedshadows]

[josee01]

“It is very much easier to shatter prison bars than to open undiscovered doors to life. As the younger generation finds out somewhat to its chagrin.”

The virgin and the gipsy, D.H. Lawrence

[coldairballoons]

oh btw get your degree in something stupid, my final today was literally me sitting down and yapping about how the blazing world would be a great d&d campaign and how the empress and the duchess were in lesbians

[burningvelvet]

When We Two Parted (1816) by Lord Byron, written about Lady Frances Webster:

"When we two parted    In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted    To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold,    Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold    Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning    Sunk chill on my brow—  It felt like the warning    Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken,    And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken,    And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,    A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me—    Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee,    Who knew thee too well— Long, long shall I rue thee,    Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—    In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget,    Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee    After long years, How should I greet thee?—    With silence and tears."

Frances Webster in a letter to Lord Byron, December 1813:

“You know not the various torturing Thoughts which tear my Mind – but did I not tell you my temper – did I not confess my weakness to you before we parted – Great God! so many terrifying thoughts rush up on my Mind – I dare not continue least I should betray my folly – and yet I will write – for if you are changed – if – oh! if you are another’s now – it matters little how I expose myself – still less what becomes of me – each other is alike indifferent to me – Would that I could see you – but for one Day – even one hour – I could – Alas! what? [..] Dearest Byron – I must hear from you – Will you tell me if I still preserve a place in that heart – you once flattered me I solely possest – Oh! tell me if you will carry with you the remembrance of her – who cannot change – who is and ever must continue – how great so e’er the distance which separates us – constant to a spontaneous attachment – to an eternal affection – Your picture dearest Byron is my constant Companion – I gaze upon it – till every feature seems to speak. – it recalls to my Mind many – many Scenes – when we were together – when I was happy – in the looks of love [..] I am not what I was – Once I was gay and innocent. Now – what am I? Oh! I will not say – But am I guilty? Oh! no – Farewell! Who has made me what I am? Who has rob’d me of health peace & Joy? He – who I now petition not to expose me to the ridicule of the World – and who forces me to say farewell! forever. My Biron – farewell – & oh! remember me!”

[beyou-black]

id like to inform anybody willing to listen that earlier this year my english teacher let me do a research paper on the history of werewolves vs vampires trope instead of frankenstein bc she knew i read the book bc we had a 30 minute discussion on whether victor frankenstein liked men

[hero-i-am-not]

I adore Charlotte Brontë's writing... This page is just too beautiful <3