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  1. WINNER - 65312651 - dmoola
  2. 65326551 - macmanrb
  3. 65345547 - robneva
  4. 65372966 - star-lightcox.net
  5. 65406104 - not-logged-in-a161d27f7aa3428b470f
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  7. 65425665 - ChamboPip
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WINNER - 65312651 - dmoola

11 Mansel Road
Wimbledon

Sunday

Dearest Sylvia:

I hope your journey was a pleasant one; as pleasant as possible in the 'bus, tired as you were. I hope, too, you had a good night's rest. What a pity today that we can't sunbathe and be united in Phoebus' rays. I'm sure some sun is just what architecture students require, after examinations. Rain drips here in two tempos" quick and lively and continual on the leaves in the front garden, heavy and grave in the drops from the eaves.

Poetry has not welcomed me back yet. You are still tired, my Muse told me, come back when you've had a good rest. I shall do so, and, for the present, prose must suffice.

In a little while I am going to go to Putney and see La Belle et la Bete and I shall think of you all the time.

Last evening I tried to get the two poems you told me about but I was unsuccessful but I shall not forget and will find them soon you can be sure.

Have you read MacCarthy in the Sunday Times today? The 17th century, he ventures, whatever you say, 'was the flowering-time of Religion in English poetry.' 'It was', he goes on to say, 'the age of Donne, Herbert, Crawshaw, Vaughan, Milton'. While we have critics with MacCarthy's original gifts we shan't harm, shall we???

I am so happy because you love me, so happy despite all the material obstacles. I love you, Sylvia. Perhaps this declaration is lacking in subtlety and elegance but with a typewriter you can't very well change what you put down and in any case I want to leave it just as it is. I Love You.

I have to stop because tea is clattering nearer but I shall write again shortly, dearest.

Lawrence

Here dandylion is at tea - a little tired you'll satire

L

[24-5-48]

65326551 - macmanrb

11 Mansel Road
Wimbledon

Sunday

Dearest Sylvia:

I hope your journey was a pleasant one; as pleasant as possible in the 'bus, tired as you were. I hope, too, you had a good night's rest. What a pity today that we can't sunbathe and be united in Phoebus' rays. I'm sure some sun is just what architecture students require, after examinations. Rain drips here in two tempos: quick and lively and continual on the leaves in the front garden, heavy and grave in the drops from the eaves

Poetry has not welcomed me back yet. You are still tired, my Muse told me, some back when you've had a good rest. I shall do so, and for the present, prose must suffice.

In a little while I am going to go to Putney and La Belle et al Bete and I shall think of you all the time.

Last evening I tried to get the two poets you told me about but I was unsuccessful but I shall not forget and will find them soon you can be sure.

Have you read MacCarthy in the Sunday Times to-day. The 17th century, he ventures, whatever you say, 'was the flowering-time of Religion in Eng-lish poetry.' 'It was' He goes on to say 'the age of Donne, Herbert, Cranshaw, Vaughan, Milton'. While we have critics with MacCarthy's original gifts we shan't harm, shall we???

I am so happy because you love me, so happy des-pite all the material obstacles. I love you, Sylvia. Perhaps this declaration is lacking in subtlty and elegance but with a typewriter you can't very well change what you put down and in any case I want to leave it just as it is. I Love You.

I have to stop because tea is clattering nearer but I shall write again shortly, dearest.

Lawrence

Mere dandelion is at tea - a little time you'll retire. L

65345547 - robneva

[24-5-48]
11 Mansel Road
Wimbledon

Sunday

Dearest Sylvia:

I hope your journey was a pleasant one; as
pleasant as possible in the 'bus, tired as you
were. I hope, too, you had a good night's rest.
What a pity today that we can't sunbathe and be
united in Phoebus' rays. I'm sure some sun is
just what architecture students require, after
examinations. Rain drips here in two tempos:
quick and lively and continual on the leaves in
the front garden, heavy and grave on the drops
from the eaves.

Poetry has not welcomed me back yet. -You
are still tired, my Muse tolde me, come back when
you've had a good rest. I shall do so, and,
for the present, prose must suffice.

In a little while I am going to go to Putney
and see La Belle et la Bete and I shall think of
you all the time.

Last evening I tried to get the two poems you
told me about but I was unsuccessful but I shall
not forget and will find them soon you can be sure.

Have you read McCarthy in the Sunday times to-
day. The 17th century, he ventures, whatever you
say, 'was the flowering time of Religion in English
poetry.' 'It was', he goes on to say, 'the age of Donne, Herbert,
Crawshaw, Vaughan, Milton'. While we have critics
with McCarthy's original gifts we shan't harm, shall
we???

I am so happy because you love me, so happy des-
pite all the material obstacles. I love you, Sylvia.
Perhaps this declaration is lacking in subtlety and
elegance but with a typewriter you can't very well
change what you put down and in any case I want to
leave it just as it is. I Love You.

I have to stop because tea is clattering nearer but
I shall write again shortly, dearest.
Lawrence

Mere dandylion is at tea in a little timer, you'll raline.

65372966 - star-lightcox.net

11 Mansel Road
Wimbledon

Sunday

Dearest Sylvia:

I hope your journey was a pleasant one; as
pleasant as possible in the 'bus, tired as you
were. I hope, too, you had a good night's rest.
What a pity today that we can't sunbath and be
united in Phoebus' rays. I'm sure some sun is
just what architecture students require, after
examinations. Rain drips here in two tempos:
quick and lively and continual on the leaves in
the front garden, heavy and grave in the drops
from the eaves.

Poetry has not welcomed me back yet. -You
are still tired, my Muse told me, come back when
you've had a good rest. I shall do so, and
for the present, prose must suffice.

In a little while I am going to go to Putney
and see La Belle at la Bete and I shall think of
you all the time.

Last evening I tried to get the two poems you told me about but I was unsuccessful but I shall
not forget and will find them soon you can be sure.

Have you read MacCarthy in the Sunday Times to-
day. The 17th century, he ventures. whatever you
say, 'was the flowering-time of Religion in Eng-
lish poetry.' 'It was' he goes on to say' the age of Donne, Herbert,
Crawshaw, Vaughan, Milton'. While we have critics
with MacCarthy's original gifts we shan't harm, shall
we???

I am so happy because you love me, so happy des-
spite all the material obstacles. I love you, Sylvia.
Perhaps this declaration is lacking in subtlty and
elegance but with a typewriter you can't very well
change what you put down and in any case I want to
leave it just as it is. I Love You.

I have to stop because ten is clattering nearer but
I shall write again shortly, dearest.

Lawrence


65406104 - not-logged-in-a161d27f7aa3428b470f

[24-5-48]

11 Mansel Road
Wimbledon

Sunday

Dearest Sylvia:

I hope your journey was a pleasant one; as pleasant as possible in the 'bus, tired as you were. I hope, too, you had a good night's rest. What a pity today that we can't sunbathe and be united in Phoebus' rays. I'm sure some sun is just what architecture students require, after examinations. Rain drips here in two tempos: quick and lively and continual on the leaves in the front garden, heavy and grave in the drops from the eaves.

Poetry has not welcomed me back yet. You are still tired, my Muse told me, come back when you've had a good rest. I shall do so, and, for the present, prose must suffice.

In a little while I am going to go to Putney and see La Belle et la Bete and I shall think of you all the time.

Last evening I tried to get the two poets you told me about but I was unsuccessful but I shall not forget and will find them soon you can be sure.

Have you read MacCarthy in the Sunday Times to-day. The 17th century, he ventures, whatever you say, 'was the flowering time of Religion in English poetry.' 'It was' he goes on to say 'they age of Donne, Herbert, Crawshaw, Vaughan, Milton'. While we have critics with MacCarthy's original gifts we shan't harm, shall we???

I am so happy because you love me, so happy despite all the material obstacles. I love you, Sylvia. Perhaps this declaration is lacking in subtlety and elegance but with a typewriter you can't very well change what you put down and in any case I want to leave it just as it is. I Love You.

I have to stop because tea is clattering neares but I shall write again shortly, dearest.

Lawrence

Here dandylion is at tea - a little that you'll mature.

65408096 - not-logged-in-cea8e85d3909c997b98a

11 Mansel Road
Wimbledon

Sunday

Dearest Slyvia:

I hope your journey was a pleasant one; as
pleasant as possible in the 'bus, tired as you
were. I hope, too, you had a good night's rest.
What a pity today that we can't sunbathe and be
united in Phoebus' rays. I'm sure some sun is
just what architecture students require, after
examinations. Rain drips here in two tempos:
quick and lively and continual on the leaves in
the front garden, heavy and grave in the drops
from the eaves.

Poetry has not welcomed me back yet. - You
are still tired, my Muse told me, come back when
you've had a good rest. I shall do so, and,
for the present, prose must suffice.

In a little while I am going to go to Putney
and see La Belle et la Bete and I shall think of
you all the time.

Last evening I tried to get the two poems you
told me about but I was unsuccessful but I shall
not forget and will find them soon you can be sure.

Have you read MacCarthy in the Sunday Times to-
day. The 17th century, he ventures, whatever you
say, 'was the flowering-time of Religion in Eng-
lish poetry.' 'It was the age of Donne, Herbert,
Crawshaw, Vaughan, Milton'. While we have critics
with MacCarthy's original gifts we shan't harm, shall
we???

I am so happy because you love me, so happy des-
pite all the material obstacles. I love you, Sylvia.
Perhaps this declaration is lacking in subtlty and
elegance but with a typewriter you can't very well
change what you put down and in any case I want to
leave it just as it is. I Love You.

I have to stop because tea is clattering nearer but
I shall write again shortly, dearest.

Lawrence

65425665 - ChamboPip

(24.5.48)
11 Mansel Road
Sunday Wimbledon
Dearest Sylvia:

I hope your journey was a pleasant one; as
pleasant as possible in the 'bus, tired as you
were. I hope, too, you had a good night's rest.
What a pity today that we can't sunbathe and be
united in Phoebus' rays. I'm sure some sun is
just what architecure students require, after
examinations. Rain drips here in two tempos:
quick and lively and continual on the leaves in
the front garden, heavy and grave in the drops
from the eaves.

Poetry has not welcomed me back yet. -You
are still tired, my Muse told me, come back when
you've had a good rest. I shall do so, and, for the present, prose must suffice.

In a little while I am going to go to Putney
and see La Belle et La Bete and I shall think of
you all the time.

Last evening I tried to get the two poems you
told me about but was unsuccessful but I shall
not forget and will find them soon you can be sure.

Have you read McCarthy in the Sunday Times to-
day. The 17th century, he ventures, whatever you
say, 'was the flowering-time of Religion in Eng-
lish poetry.' It was, he goes on to say, the age of Donne, Herbert,
Crawshaw, |Vaughan, Milton'. While we have critics
with McCarthy's original gifts we shan't harm, shall
we???

I am so happy because you love me, so happy des-
pite all the material obstacles. I love you, Sylvia.
Perhaps this declaration is lacking in subtlty and elegance but what with a typewriter you can't very well
change what you put down and in any case I want to
leave it just as it is. I Love You.



I have to stop because tea is clattering nearer but I shall write again shortly, dearest.
Lawrence

Here Dandylion is at tea - a little trivial you'll nature. L

65472327 - star-lightcox.net

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