Romantic love letter from Beethoven 3

The last of the romantic love letters from Beethoven to his “immortal beloved”

Good morning, on July 7

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us -

I can live only wholly with you or not at all -

Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits -

Yes, unhappily it must be so -

You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart – never – never -

Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves.

And yet my life in V is now a wretched life -

Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men -

At my age I need a steady, quiet life – can that be so in our connection?

My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day – therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once -

Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together -

Be calm – love me – today – yesterday – what tearful longings for you – you – you – my life – my all – farewell.

Oh continue to love me – never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

ever thine

ever mine

ever ours

This is the last of the three love letters written by Beethoven and were only found after his death. No-one knows who Beethoven actually wrote these romantic love letters although some guesses have been made. We will be adding some thoughts to our pages shortly to help you identify the secret love of Ludwig Beethoven and who he could have written these three love letters to.

However even though they were written and he says he is going to put them on the mail coach there is no proof these romantic love letters were ever posted to the secret love of his life.

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A Romantic Love Letter written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A Romantic Love Letter written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) to Charlotte von Stein.

It is believed that this romantic love letter was written June 17, 1784.

At the time this letter was written Charlotte was married to another man. Although their marriage had been for political reasons she still bore him seven children (her three daughters had died shortly after birth). There is no written proof other than this letter of any romantic love affair although it is obvious from reading the letter that they were very fond of each other. Their relationship lasted 12 years before he suddenly — without telling her — moved away to Italy and it took several years to patch up the friendship again although never again as close.

My letters will have shown you how lovely I am. I don’t dine at Court, I see few people, and take my walks alone, and at every beautiful spot I wish you were there.

I can’t help loving you more than is good for me; I shall feel all the happier when I see you again. I am always conscious of my nearness to you, your presence never leaves me. In you I have a measure for every woman, for everyone; in your love a measure for all that is to be.

Not in the sense that the rest of the world seems obscure to me, on the contrary, your love makes it clear; I see quite clearly what men are like and what they plan, wish, do and enjoy; I don’t grudge them what they have, and comparing is a secret joy to me, possessing as I do such an imperishable treasure.

You in your household must feel as I often do in my affairs; we often don’t notice objects simply because we don’t choose to look at them, but things acquire an interest as soon as we see clearly the way they are related to each other. For we always like to join in, and the good man takes pleasure in arranging, putting in order and furthering the right and its peaceful rule.

Adieu, you whom I love a thousand times.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) is regarded by many as a German literary genius. In 1774 he wrote the popular Die Leiden des jungen Werthers (The Sorrows of Young Werther), which caused a sensation. In 1775 he lived in Weimar, where he met and fell in love with Charlotte von Stein to whom he wrote this letter. She was the inspiration for the heroine of his play Iphigenie auf Tauris (1787) and Natalie in his Wilhelm Meister novels. It was many years later in 1808 that he produced his most famous work, Faust.

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John Keats to Fanny Brawne

It looks like this love letter was written by John Keats following a ugly rumor was told to him and Fanny by a “friend” which initially upset him fearing that it could be a cause for the relationship being broken off. Fortunately his friend (Brown) then went on to say that the story about Keats was in reality false.

I know I have in the past been the subject of false rumours which because they started with a semi-true story or I describe them (half-truths). One example of this was many years ago saying I had been seen in a particular area close to where someone else lived and then on to tell a lie to say I had been with that person. Whilst that did cause some initial problems they quickly fell away when I was able to show that the person I was actually in that area was a close relative with whom I had spent the whole day.

Monday 11 October 1819  Collage Street

MY sweet Girl,

I  am living to day in day in yesterday:  I was in a complete fa[s]cination all day.

I feel myself at your mercy. Write me ever so few lines and tell you (for me) you will never for ever be less kind to me than yesterday —. You dazzled me.

There is nothing in the world so bright and delicate.

When Brown came out with that seemingly true story again[s]t me last night,  I felt it would be death to me if you had ever believed it — though against any one else  I could muster up my obstinacy.

Before  I knew Brown could disprove it  I was for the moment miserable.

When shall we pass a day alone? I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul  I thank love — but if you should deny me the thousand and first — ‘twould put me to the proof how great a misery  I could live through.

If you should ever carry your threat yesterday into execution — believe me ’tis not my pride, my vanity or any pretty passion would torment me — really ‘twould hurt my heart — I could not bear it.

I have seen Mrs Dilke this morning; she says she will come with me any fine day.

Ever yours  John Keats

When i was young I remember a rhyme that went something like
“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will hurt me”

I am now old enough to know that words spoken are able to hurt and do more damage than any stick.

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