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| Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
But he was moving a little fast for Elizabeth. Her trust wasn’t to be won by a few fancy words. She was concerned that he was infatuated with her writing, not her. A man of determination, Robert used his pen to persuade her otherwise.
Born to wealth, Elizabeth had grown up in her father’s twenty bedroom mansion, but by the time she was in her thirties she was an invalid whose life was controlled by her father and the doctors. At one point, the doctors took her inkstand away declaring that writing poetry was bad for her health. Her father tolerated the poetry, but he would not allow his daughter to receive visits from a man he believed to be a fortune-hunter.
Not to be deterred, Robert continued to write to Elizabeth and to visit secretly when he could manage it. During their twenty months of letter writing and secret courtship, they exchanged a total of 575 letters!
By August 1846, he had persuaded Elizabeth to elope with him. It would mean leaving her home and her close-knit family, possibly forever, but Robert was the love of her life and her best friend. She was willing to risk everything for him.
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Robert Browning |
Meanwhile, Elizabeth flourished in the warmth of Robert’s love and Italy. Her health improved significantly, they had a son, and she wrote the best poetry of her lifetime: Sonnets from the Portuguese, a collection of love poems written during her courtship and the early years of her marriage, and Aurora Leigh.
Elizabeth became seriously ill in the summer of 1861 and died in Robert’s arms a few months later. He went on to become one of Britain’s greatest poets in his own right, but he never remarried.
Their love is canonized here in one of Elizabeth’s poems:
Sonnet 43
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
I'm a romantic at heart, and I love to bring romance into my stories, stories where love takes root, survives, and thrives despite the obstacles and odds.
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| Sherry Shindelar author |
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| Texas Reclaimed |
Can love blossom between a woman haunted by her family’s past and a man with a war-scarred heart?
Cora Scott is determined to hold onto her family's Texas ranch and provide a stable home for her young half brother, Charlie, despite the mounting challenges of post-Civil War frontier life. But when a scheming creditor threatens to seize their land, she must accept help from Ben McKenzie, a former Yankee soldier sent by her late brother. Though Ben's generosity and strength draw her, the man's private struggle she stumbles upon—too reminiscent of her father's alcoholism—makes her question whether she can trust her heart to him.
Ben McKenzie arrives in Texas intent on fulfilling his promise to his dying friend to protect Cora and Charlie. While using his inheritance to save their ranch, he battles not only the loss of their cattle but also his dependency on laudanum—a medicine that turned into a curse after his imprisonment at Andersonville. As his feelings for Cora deepen, he must choose between his promise to his father to take over their Philadelphia newspaper and his growing dream of a life with Cora in Texas.





















