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Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards Collection Inglês
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Title page

Pencil and watercolour sketch of Cairo mosque:

  • mounted
  • [on mount] '"In the name of The Prophet - Cakes!" Moskee. Cairo.' (in ink)

Figures

9 pencil sketches:

  • top left: man leaning on staff and woman with jar
  • top centre: man
  • top right: two women, one with a child
  • middle left: woman with jar
  • middle middle: man sitting
  • middle right: woman with child
  • bottom left: woman collecting water
  • bottom middle: man with pipe
  • bottom left: two men

Two men with camel

Pencil sketch with two men and camel in foreground and remains of structure in the background.

  • mounted
  • [on mount] 'Bargaining for a Camel. Assouan.' (ink note)

The Rosengarten; unidentified building

Four mounted sketches:

  • top left: watercolour of the Rosengarten from the bridge in Bolzano
  • top right: watercolour of the Rosengarten from the bridge in Bolzano
  • middle: watercolour of an unidentified building
  • bottom: pencil drawing of the Rosengarten from the bridge in Bolzano

Camel and male figure

Ink drawing of male figure riding camel:

  • [on drawing] 'Scenting the Spring from afar.' (ink note)
  • [on reverse of drawing] 'to her (underlined). But a nice capable girl was found in the village, who came up [?] to-day - + for two hours to-day - but - <who> cannot come any more, having an engage-ment at the Anna's[?] from tomorrow for a month. They are taking her as temporary housemaid till they leave for Cannes in Feby.' (ink note)

Bowl

Watercolour of bowl on recto and pencil sketch of outline of bowl on verso:

  • [on recto of drawing] '"The Great God Pan" - E. B. Browning. ABE' (pencil note)

Letter from 'Mine own Owl'

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)

Letter with drawing of Capri

Handwritten, unsigned letter with drawing of Capri:

  • 'April 11 / 80 My darling, The queer looking object above is the island of Capri - from Naples. It looks like a whale with a broken back - or a Kraken - or any other sea monster you please. Round the corner to the right is the Blue Grotto, + the high cliff in the middle is Tiberius's cliff, over wh. he had people thrown for his entertainment. I have first been writing to Mrs Hawarth[?], + have made her an elaborate Syrian country house on the slopes of Lebanon. The original is a coloured sketch, done at the luncheon halt, in my [?] sketch book. When you go to see her again ask her if she has any [?] + miles[?] of mine[?]' (ink)

Poem with tree

Handwritten poem on letter paper with drawing of tree:
' 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!

The nest should be a bow'r of blossoms rare;
The shade should be all perfume, + the lay
Poured forth upon the summer-spiced air
Of some soft chime, where it is always May!

Alas! my boughs are tempest-tossed & 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 come thou wilt! For well-nigh due
Is God's great miracle, when earth & sky,
Mountain, + moor, + 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 imprisoned summer! Come away!

Away, dear love, to meet and greet the spring!
Unfold, ye bees! Laugh out in leaf, 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)

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