Castle Dinas Bran, North Wales
- Edwards MSS 2.3.40
- Item
- c. 1857-1892
Watercolour of Castle Dinas Bran:
- [on reverse of watercolour] 'Castle Dinas Bran N. Wales' (pencil note)
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Castle Dinas Bran, North Wales
Watercolour of Castle Dinas Bran:
Drawing of tree with poem:
'What shall I call thee - Song bird? Sweetheart mine?
How shall I woo thee?... If, in truth I dare
To cast my shadow on that path of thine;
To braid my silver with thy golden hair.
How shall I woo thee? - Stretching out my hands
As elms in spring stretch forth their boughs to greet
Wing'd wanderers from sunny far-off lands?
Ah, seek some younger, fresher shade, my sweet!
Thy nest should be a bow'r of blossoms rare;
Thy shade should be all perfumed, + thy lay
Poured forth upon the summer-spicèd air
Of some soft chime, when it is always May!
Alas! my boughs are tempest-toss'd + shorn;
My roots have struck the rock - my leaves are shed;
Shall winter mate with spring, or eve with morn?
Despair with hope? The living with the dead?
Yet come, if thou wilt! For well-nigh due
In God's great miracle, when earth + sky,
Mountain, + moon, + copse their youth renew -
And if the daisies, dearest, why not I?
I wak'd last night from dreams of spring, + lo!
The first dear crocus shows its head today;
And yonder limes are crimsoned with the glow
Of the imprison'd summer! Come away!
Away, dear lover, to meet + greet the spring!
Unfold, ye buds! Laugh out in lead, ye trees!
Come, perfum'd winds, your summer sweetness bring,
From tropic isles beyond the Western seas!
Sing, sing, ye thrushes! To our Northern Shore
Dear swallows, from the purple East fly fast!
Darkness, + doubt, + winter are no more -
The eternal youth of Hope is mine at last!
A.B.E.
Oct. 1887 - Jany. 1888 (underlined)' (ink note)
Handwritten letter with ink drawing of Venice:
'My darling - You ask me the history of my [?]. Well - the Rhodian Apollo is Roman gem, cut in carnelian,' (ink note)
Undated handwritten letter:
'I really can't quite give thee the [?] of my cold. I think I wish the L[?] one. I took a fresh one the day after thou left - + I have had a [?], more or less, since then. Just now there seems an interlude - as between the rain storms. Why don't you buy an old Culloden sword with a basket hilt? It wd be a charming possession. Owl will make this a short letter, as it has to write an elaborate one (with sketches) to the engraver, about the illustrations to the pamphlet, in wh she is much interested.
M. Narville[?] has sent me some very nice photographs - + he tells me that Mr MacGregor has made excellent ones. I have written to ask for copies. I mean it to be a very engaging pamphlet. My own, own one, I wish I was with thee on thy birthday. I do want thee so very very much - Poo' owl - so
last + long without its Baby. I get quite hipped + out of spirits, owing to dull weather, rain, + no Baby.
Thine own Owl (underlined)' (ink)
Handwritten, unsigned letter with drawing of Capri:
The Poet who dedicated his verses to me
Ink sketch of man:
Printed image in colour of cherub.
Ink drawing of man:
Ink drawing of statue of seated figure from Kom Firin:
Greek male torso; Greek female head
Two drawings:
Ink sketch of building:
Pen and wash sketch of scene at Interlaken mounted on reverse of invitation to Jolly & Son's Annual Winter Sale:
Handwritten letter with ink drawing of owl:
' I send it to thee to read, will a 'return' [?] [?]? Will thy Owl what S. Chester charges thee for the amulets. I cannot find the string of scarabs that came to me with the rest of Sir. E. Wilsons little collection - + am troubled. I should be so sorry if they were p[?]ing mislaid or lost, like Petrie's things. My sweet, own, darling baby lover-bird, goodbye. Thy poor, lonely, fond, crippled little Martyred Owl' (in ink).
Letter with drawing of carving on the Via Augustales, Pompeii
Handwritten letter with ink drawing of carving:
Pencil and watercolour sketch of countryside scene:
Dying Aegena warrior; 'owl vase' from Troy; Greek head
Three drawings:
Ink drawing of man in profile:
Ink drawing of woman:
Pencil drawing of Percy Shelley's grave:
Printed invitation to the Egypt Exploration Fund's Annual General Meeting with pencil drawing of head of Ti pasted on reverse:
The only Man I ever really loved.
Ink drawing of man:
Ink drawing of bells ringing.
Sketch of landscape of Sion, Switzerland
Ink drawing of Sion in Switzerland above beginning of letter:
'April 9th / 88 My own love - I have first verified the addresses on about 200 Reports - + done up a lot of copies of [?]' (in ink)
Ink drawing of man:
Pencil drawing of the Ponte Vecchio:
Pencil drawing of landscape at Albano:
Ink drawing of woman with crocodile:
Woman sketching with crocodile
Ink drawing of woman sketching with crocodile:
Mr Smith ascending the Kobel-alp
Ink drawing of man walking:
Poem 'To his mummy (who is older than he)'
Handwritten poem:
'To his mummy, (who is older than he) -
What shall I call thee? Mummy, - Sweetheart mine,
Where shall I find thee?... if in truth I dare
To disinter thee from the desert plain
And carry off thy body to afar.
Where shall I find thee? Burrowing with my hands
Tale[?] deep in the earth, as when they seek to meet
Some prised treasure. Yes, to far off lands
we'll travel now this summer fair my sweet.
Thy home shall be some great museum, framed
With all the splendours art can cast around,
Where thou shalt soon midst wond'ring peoples stand,
Nor think x [?] more to lie in native ground.
Yes come, I know, thou wilt! For well nigh due
Is now another find; since two days past
Have not seen a portrait, and anew
I seek to find another love at last.
I waked last night from dreams of finds, and lo!
Five new tombs have we opened now today,
And sure in one of them, deep down, full low,
Thy smiling face is lying! Come away!
Away dear love to meet and greet the sun,
Which yet thou hast not seen for ages past,
When thou lay down, Europe had scarce begun
To run its course, which thou shalt see at last.
Swift, swift, we'll travel by Northern shore
Dear lady! from the drowsy East fly fast,
Darkness + ignominy are no more,
Thy treasured features now are mine at last.
Hawara
W.m.F.P.
With many apologies to A.B.E.