LANG
(Andrew, 1844-1912, Folklorist, Poet & Scholar)
Part Autograph Letter Signed with some text,
on one side saying he does not know "Paget, but I think a brother of his married a lady I know, who bore the pleasing name of MOKE. It is not easy to say anything original on those occasions but I can very sincerely congratulate a Paget ...", and on the other side says he is "drowned out fishing. My wife sends her love, and is writing I daresay. I always feel rather depressed when people I like are engaged, but it wears off! ...", half of 2 sides 8vo., no place, no date
slightly duststained on the verso
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21439
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LANG
(Andrew, 1844-1912, Folklorist, Poet & Scholar)
Autograph Letter Signed to an unnamed correspondent,
he fears that he "shall leave town before July 25, so I cannot hope to be present at the dinner ...", 1 side 8vo., 1 Marloes Rd, Kensington, 4th July no year.,
slightly duststained on the verso
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28959
£75
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LANG
(Andrew, 1844-1912, Folklorist, Poet & Scholar)
Brief Autograph Letter Signed to an unnamed correspondent,
giving permission to "print the rhymes if you want them ...", 1 side 8vo., St Andrews, 20th March no year.,
slightly duststained on the verso
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15412
£85
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LAWRENCE
(David Herbert, 1885-1930, Poet, Novelist and Essayist)
Fine signature
on a piece of paper, no place, no date
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38305
£225
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LAWRENCE EXPRESSES HIS DISGUST AT THE CONFISCATION OF HIS PAINTINGS AND THE BURNING OF HIS BOOKS
LAWRENCE
(David Herbert, 1885-1930, Poet, Novelist and Essayist)
Superb long Autograph letter signed with initials to Else (Jaffe Richthofen, his sister-in-law)
saying that “Hans says it rains in Bavaria, & Max Mohr says it rains in Bavaria, so I suppose it does. Only now I hope it has left off. Here it is quite decent, sunny mornings, cloudy afternoons, & quite pleasant. The Schwiegermutter [mother-in-law] is here but says she will go back to the Stiff on Thursday. On Friday here ‘heissgeliebese Anita’ [beloved Anita] is due to arrive, with the nichtshoheissgelieber - aberdochgelieber Hinke [nothing dear - but dear Hinke], they will say a while here in the Löwer. [Lion] I have never met the Hinke, so I have a joy in store. We had the 50th Geburtstag bier [birthday beer] on Sunday evening, very noble, Bowle, trout, ducks and nice people - 3 Halms, 2 Schweikbards. 1 Kugler - and they all seemed very happy and we all kept it up very bravely. But alas, next day Frieda was in one of the worst moods I have ever seen here in! a seelerkafter [soulful], or however you spell it. You hear the pictures are to be returned to me, on condition they are never shown again in England, but sent away to me on the Continent, that they may never pollute that island of lily-livered angels again. What hypocrisy & poltroonery, & how I detest & despise my England. I had rather be a German or anything than belong to such a nation of craven, cowardly hypocrites. My curse on them! They will burn my four picture books, will they? So it is decreed. But they shall burn through the thread of their own existence as a nation, at the same time. Delenda est cartago! [Carthage must be destroyed] but she will destroy herself, amply. Che muoia! [Let him die]. Your mother says we are to stay here till middle September. I hope not. We have been here a month on Thursday, and when the heissgeliebse [dearest] Annie is here we shall surely be a superfluity. I should like to move in another week or ten days. Shall we come to Bavaria, to Rolsach, do you thing? or best so south to Lugano? I wonder if Hans is setting off across the mountain! We are going to tea with some Taormina friends, Americans, who are staying in. the Stephanie. Your mother says: Die wirst was schönes schen, Les Stephanie! [You’re going to make something nice, the Stephanie!]. It is all I can do not to make some really rude remark. I am so sick of all those old lies. It is terrible to be old, one becomes a bottle of old, but never mellow lies - lies, lies, lies / everything. Wisheit der Alter! [Wisdom of ages]. 19th Century lies... Only today I threw away the flowers you gathered when you were here & the Toadflax (wilde löwenmaüle) [wild snapdragons] were still fresh...”, 4 sides 4to., on lined paper, Hotel Löwen, [Lion Hotel] Lichtenthal, 13th August
Item Date:
1929
Stock No:
41992
£5000
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