Sylvander and Clarinda; The Love Letters of Robert Burns and Agnes M'Lehose (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 Excerpt: ...At all events, Sylvander, the storms of life will quickly pass, and "one unbounded spring encircle all." There, Sylvander, I trust we'll meet. Love, there, is not a crime. I charge you to meet me there--Oh, God --I must lay down my pen.--I repent, almost, flattering your writing talents so much: I can see you know all the merit you possess. The allusion of the key is true therefore I won't recant it; but I rather was too humble about my own letters. I have met with several who wrote worse than myself, and few, of my own sex, better; so I don't give you great credit for being fashed with them. Sylvander, I have things with different friends I can't tell to another, yet am not hurt; but I told you of that particular friend: he was, for near four years, the one I confided in.. He is very worthy, and answers your description in the "Epistle to J. S." exactly. When I had hardly a friend to care for me in Edinburgh, he befriended me. I saw, too soon, 'twas with him a warmer feeling: perhaps a little infection was the natural effect. I told you the circumstances which helped to eradicate the tender impression in me; but I perceive (though he never tells me so)--I see it in every instance--his prepossession still remains. I esteem him as a faithful friend; but I can never feel more for him. I fear he's not convinced of that. He sees no man with me half so often as himself; and thinks I surely am at least partial to no other. I cannot bear to deceive one in so tender a point, and am hurt at his harbouring an attachment I never can return. I have thoughts of owning my intimacy with Sylvander; but a thousand things forbid it. I should be tortured with Jealousy, that "greeneyed monster;" and, besides, I fear 'twould wound his peace. 'Tis a...