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Thank you for the letter about Allen — and do not look for anything else for the time being. Now about our departure — arrange it yourself — I am not at all keen on seeing the Jubilee — it would be better to go straight to Cornwall. Tell me which day I should come. Must I take my evening dress for our return from Cornwall?

I will write in a few days to confirm my arrival time.

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I will write to my friends to warn them of my coming on the 30th in the evening — two days with them — it is perfect and everything is sorting itself out. And if you walk by an agency with some travel literature on Cornwall please send me some — so I can see for myself — and first on a map — where Ruan and Tintagel are. We must gather a collection of marvellous and wonderful legends to animate and glorify the landscapes we will see.

Thank you very much for the amusing narration of the Adventures of Alice, I read it with great pleasure — and a special thank you for your so charming letter which was sent at the same time as mine on our birthdays. For several years now, on the evening of the Saint Laurent I have watched stars shooting across the sky over the large and beautiful garden under my windows. I thought I would do so last night but I got so engrossed and thrilled with a short life of Saint Peter Celestine which I read in the evening that I forgot about everything else.

Maybe the life has been published in a booklet since the article was published. If I can find it I will send it to you. Warm regards and see you soon. Thank you for your postcard which I found on my return from Marcinelle where I spent the last week. On one of the days of the week I went to the old abbey close to Marcinelle that they are restoring. The ruins of the abbey, a beautiful sunshine, and a river running at its feet all made me long to have you at my side.

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It will be for your next tour of Belgium, and we must think of it soon if as I hope you can come for a few days at the beginning of the autumn. I am glad to know that you liked the photograph of Reims as much as it deserves it — the portal is remarkable and we must see it together. When are you going to Dresde? Do stay somewhere, be it for a couple of hours only, in Belgium. I received a cordial letter from the director of the Dome for whom I will straight away write an article on ivory sculpting at the Brussels Exposition.

Letter 1: Laurence Binyon to Olivier-Georges Destrée

Thank you very much for this article! I am starting a project on a new museum of industrial arts which will give me a lot of work but probably has a chance to succeed. My affairs are overall better and I am gaining strength and courage — very happy to hear that you have lost nothing of your productive verve. I am greatly anticipating reading le Banquet. Tibergh has ordered the apology of Newman from London. We are very intrigued and amused at your great dedication to him. We are hoping to find out why you admire him so much by reading the apology.

Matthews told me this morning that he is sending what he owes me. I had threatened to sue him! Regards to Image and Mayer. When is Mayer coming? The sky is all blue in anticipation and the last two mornings have been dazzling. I am waiting impatiently to sit down and listen to the tales of your guests — P. How amusing it is to read my own letter remarkably improved by your translation, and I thank you most gratefully for all the trouble you have gone through for me once again. I have not much to say to you but I wanted to say directly at least how grateful I am.

Nothing has been decided yet about the anthology, because I am still waiting for the letter from the ministry. They tell me he will certainly answer but the wait is always long. I have better hope for next year in any case.

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The talk with Image about the bottle of Rum must have been very funny indeed. We will soon go and listen to him at Henekey at this rate, as one use to listen to Coleridge at Hampstead. As soon as the edition of your poems is decided on write to tell me. I am correcting the drafts of poems that will come out for Christmas, I will send them to you then. I will transcribe the letter to B. Thank you again and send my regards to Image. I will write to Squire one of these days. Regards to Pye as well, I will write to him at Christmas.

How much more pleasant and charming it would have been to tell you in person why I did not answer your letter straight away. My dear friend, you well know, and will be neither jealous nor upset, for you know how much this friendship with Paul Tiberghien is longer and prior to ours — that there is no man on earth I love more than him.

Added to the regard that I have had for him for so long I feel a venerable veneration for his life, which is the most devoted, the most loving and the most charitable among all I have observed around me — despite this regard, this genuine veneration, and despite the fact that we have been raised together intellectually, artistically and that we were converted together — despite all that there have often been, as you can imagine, some disagreements between us — disagreements do happen between people who love each other most dearly.

But our friendship was so true and so solidly established that it could only become stronger and firmer after those discussions and transitory disagreements which reasonably occur between two friends who see each other constantly. Was ours of the same nature? I thought so up till now, dear Laurence, and it has only been for the last few days that I doubted its strength.

And as I read your letter, a few reproaches springing to my mind, I wondered how you would bear these reproaches if I exposed them to you? Here is what I really think: I believe the contrary — that your mind is not accomplished at all — that your beautiful, almost perfect, form — will naturally reach that perfection through constant work — and what you must work on is the improvement, the broadening of your mind and the refining of your thoughts. Generally speaking it is not up to me to show you how, but I do blame you for having neglected and brushed aside the few means I had suggested to you.

You have not the faintest idea of what religious life is about — do understand me, I am not at all trying to convert you — it would be preposterous and absurd — but do understand dear Laurence that you must know what religious life is. When you will have read yourself, through the story of the life of a few saints for example — what this religion, which you believe is narrow and formalistic, truly is — then will you see what absolute happiness one can find in it. You are clearly and undoubtedly a gifted poet. You must remain as such, we certainly agree on this point! But if you want to fulfil your objective, if you want your poems to spread out like a beautiful picture book but also convey love and inspire thought — you must steep your writing in belief and faith.

Think of the book which stirred you the most among the new books you have read these last few years. You mentioned Tolstoy one day, and it is indeed not the form you admired in him, but the faith, dear friend, belief and truth. It is now that your mind shapes itself, believe me. Your "London Visions" are but sensations, various fleeting emotions. Your "Supper" and your "Porphyrion" are two first attempts to collect and gather your thoughts in an artistic fashion.

Those two poems are appealing, because the verse is beautiful and especially because they are infused with a powerful and remarkable proclivity to conjure suggestive images, which all gifted poets, such as yourself, possess. They are appealing indeed, but they will never stir and inflame me. Very well you will say — it is not given to everyone to be or to write like Tolstoy. That is true — but it could be given to you, if you would just look around you simply and without prejudice.

Tolstoy understood life so well and defined its objective so clearly, dear friend, because like his godson, like the better of his two old men, he preferred action and charity work to vain protest. Think of The Cossacks, such a wonderful book — so sincere, so true, as you know, although the end is sad and a little disheartening.

Because the improvised Cossack loses heart and goes back to the city. Now — to conclude — one always gets confused when settling matters in a letter. And how true they are about yourself.

But reproaches, you will ask — what are you reproaching me of? Only this — that being hesitant and solicited as you yourself admit in these words, solicited in various ways — through prejudice mostly and laziness only a little, you refused to read two or three little books that, with certainly much moderation, I had selected for you. I asked you one day to read the Fioretti — it would have had for you the exquisite charm of a voyage to Tuscany and Umbria, with marvelously pure Angelicos everywhere within your reach. I asked you one day to open a Golden Legend at the British to read — 2 pages only — the dialogue or rather the answers of Saint James Intercisus to his executioners.

What were all these denials — incidental coincidences, memory slips due to your numerous occupations? Dear, no — it is defiance — defiance towards the most loving of your friends — let it cease, by all means, now that I have exposed this defiance to you my dear friend. I have never asked you, and never will I ask you to try to pray, or embark upon any religious practice — but when from very far off I do try, and admit to it quite freely, to help you see through yourself more clearly and to let you see "what you love and seek" by advising you to read a book carefully selected for you and which is consequently beautiful, do not be defiant anymore, and if there still is a little effort to make, make it for me, because these readings should not imply any commitment on your part, and they can, to my mind, contribute to your happiness and to your fame.

How long this letter is, yet I must still add a few words to make our positions quite clear; for with your defiance which I am most certain exists, I would like to make sure that you do not lend me any hidden feelings — According to the information I have read these last days about Benedictine convents — the life of these monks — who endeavor to be pious, industrious and artistic at the same time any man entering the convent and who displays certain skills for an art is indeed encouraged to promote it: Considering that you despite yourself belong to the first category — would I seek to convert you?

Of course I would, dear friend! How could you think that I would love you any other way.

And this alarms you, bothers and distresses you, and you fear that I would appeal to and take advantage of your kindness towards me by asking you to try and make an effort which would be most distasteful to you, as for example saying a prayer for me. But dear friend — once again and once for all — rest assured — all I ask of you I have told you already, it is to show no ill will, it is not to turn your back to the feelings that are shaping my life — and especially I repeat that I will never seek to make you see the Light under any other form than a poetic or a heroic one, for I know who you are.

And now I think the radiance of our friendship is breaking through the little cloud that was looming over it — and though it has been longstanding, I think I was justified in writing at such length, so we can each enjoy — as we have until last month — full trust in one another. A very condensed postcard today: I received a charming note from Pye about the poems — and wrote back to him. I guess you do not write anymore because you are daily expecting the publication of your book that I am equally eager to see.

As to me, I lead an unvarying life, engaged in the study of logic that I am through with thank goodness, and psychology that I am about to finish. I hope to have finished my studies of philosophy by April — it will not be much of a change! But it will probably make theology easier - my editor has been delayed for the publication of my anthology — he will send out leaflets next week — a page of these leaflets should be a portrait of Keats.

And he will even pay for this reproduction if Walker should demand it, if such is the case would he be kind enough Walker to write me a note telling me how much it would cost.

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May I ask you to do this for me? I thank you very much if you can do it and I trust I will hear from you soon, about your book and your news. As soon as I received Porphyrion I read one of his songs, which kept me under a spell of enchantment. It was Monday morning: And I would have liked you to be at my side all those mornings to show you these unparalleled skies, for you who love nature and life so dearly and have such a gift to describe and depict it in your verses. You are blessed, really you are my dear friend, to have such a marvelous gift for poetry, and to constantly perceive novel and radiant images of nature rendered in a natural succession of beauty and consecrated harmony.

You have become immortal and ranked amongst the greatest poets of your country, now that Porphyrion has been published. It is my present opinion at any rate. As it was the first time I read it — and I have no doubt of the great success that awaits you. It is all the more obvious to me now since you have so beautifully revised this first song. And do not think that my friendship amplifies all the good I think of your poem: I do think even better of it compared to the first readings, but as with the first readings I am far from thinking it perfect.

The IVth book, despite its dazzling title, Orophernes, and the brilliant final battle, is to my mind rather vague, wavering, and the entire beginning seems to unravel with no definite purpose but to lead to the final picturesque battle. For a genuine poet you are, and I insist upon it, for having spoken ill of the end of the poem, you must know how highly I think of it, on the whole and in detail.

The changes you have made in the first book have considerably enhanced its appeal, and the similes remain what they are, images, metaphors of classical beauty and that one feels, as I stated above, are destined to remain forever as such — that of the wine blending with water for example, and that of the dreaming warriors whose movements are likened to the slow unravelling of weeds in the rivers — those and a thousand others beside. Porphyrion unmistakeably brings to mind Endymion and Hyperion — and that is what prompted me to say earlier that you can from now on be certain of your fame — because to my mind Porphyrion is by far superior to those two classical poems by Keats, and the pretty verses in Martha and the beautifully soothing verses of Augustine would suffice to rank you once and for all, as I said, among the greatest true poets of this century — I have not yet read the other pieces of the book volume, but as I have known you as such before recognition, I would not want to be of the last to hail you in your glory.

I am writing all this to you sincerely and merrily, because you are my friend, my dear friend Laurence Binyon and that I know that neither praise nor blame will change your behaviour towards me or towards others. It is what I have done with you in this letter through my praise of Porphyrion.

I will now take it with me and show it off this very day to my friends Paul Tiberghien and Arnold Goffin. The newspaper articles will certainly be good — but if some were to be dull, crush them under your foot like a "Conquistador". I am a better judge than all those hack writers, and I have read enough English poetry to know what to think of the very beautiful and very dear Porphyrion! I will try to have the book purchased by the library. Do not stay too long in the West Flanders so you can start and turn your full attention to "the forest". British Museum and be confident that the letter will arrive as it should and that relationships can resume as they used to!

I was very touched when I received your letter dear Laurence and as I read, and I certainly thought you would, that you had taken an interest in my whereabouts from afar and were sometimes worried as to my fate during those 4 years. There were indeed some moments of fear and anxiety, especially in what you call — the burning of Louvain. I stayed in a seminary which was next to the Halls of the university — these burned down — and for most of the night we were faced with the unpleasant alternative of either being killed if we left the seminary — or burned alive if we remained there — as I believed it was the end I went to the chapel and I gave communion to the sisters who served in the seminary.

I received communion myself and served at the mass of the director of the seminary and when I returned to the courtyard I saw to my immense and understandable relief that the wind was blowing in another direction so that the danger of spreading of the fire was over! I also remember distinctly how beautiful that night of the fire was, we could see most of the town burning, we could hear the shots of cannon balls between Malines and Louvain — and shotguns inside town — and the garden of the seminary seemed, all the while, just like a haven of peace and happiness.

And then came those 4 years, during which, despite what you have probably read in the newspapers, you can hardly imagine how heroic and brave our people were, whatever their social background, workmen, gentlemen, magistrates or civil servants fought boldly against the invaders. There would be a beautiful book to put together if we gathered all the documents that describe the pluck and determination displayed by this resistance, we could easily do it without any fear of exaggeration because most of these documents, especially the letters of Cardinal Mercier and the protests of the magistrates, have been published and read with much interest — they have sustained our hopes and our courage during the occupation.

And now that all is over, there is much that I would, now that all is finished, have been sad not to have lived through. And I am sure it is your opinion as well. And now that you are reassured about my fate tell me if you were able to stay at the British Museum. Were you not mobilised? Why is your writing paper headed "the Athenaeum" are you working for this magazine? Do ease my mind on their account and tell me if you were able to work and on what during all this time? I guess that in France as in England some quite beautiful books have been published during those 4 years.

If you have heard of some that might be of particular interest to me would you let me know about them? My respects to Mrs Binyon and to your young ladies who are surely quite grown up now, and believe me, my dear Laurence, yours forever, devoted and grateful Dom Bruno D. Please send my regards to Image if he still lives, as I hope, in Fitzroy St. PS Have there been works at the Westminster Cathedral during the 4 years — I mean the completion of the inside?

I suppose my sister in law will have told you that my MS on modern religious art burned in the fire of Louvain! I very much appreciate the sentiments you have expressed to me. Ernest Renan — , French philosopher and historian. Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve — , French literary critic. Selwyn Image — , stained glass artist, designer essayist, and poet, a much admired friend of Binyon's who helped and encouraged him in his career. Charles Elkin Mathews — , British publisher and bookseller.

Herbert Percy Horne — , English poet, essayist, architect, designer, art collector, and art historian. Italian for "there," "so," "well," or "then. The story of Barlaam and Josaphat is a Christianized later version of the story of Siddhartha Gautama, who became the Buddha.

La Chartreuse de Pavie, a monastery situated in Lombardy, northern Italy. Constantin Ionides — , British art patron and collector. Henry Virtue Tebbs, lawyer and patron of the arts. It left a strong impression on his mind. The Golden Treasury of Modern Lyrics was a later revised fifth edition with additional texts selected by Laurence Binyon.

Walter Savage Landor — English writer and poet. A poem by Matthew Arnold A poem by Matthew Arnold; first part of Tristram and Iseult Fra Angelico — , Italian painter of the early Renaissance. William Pye, a very close friend of Binyon, whom he met in the Print Room in Song of the Indian Maid from "Endymion" Lewti, or The Circassian Love-Chaunt. A poem by P. In Imaginary Conversations, vol. Giovanni Boccaccio — in Life of Dante composed around wrote about a prophetic dream Dante's mother would have had when pregnant. By Walter Savage Landor. The cook landed awkwardly in a flower bed below and broke a limb.

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell Richard Garnett — , a British scholar, librarian, biographer, and poet. Christopher Smart — wrote two poems while confined in an asylum: Lionel Johnson — , poet, essayist and critic.

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Binyon met him at Oxford and through him a group of men who introduced him to literary and artistic London. Yeats was, with Binyon, part of London's artistic and literary scene. Italian for "it is not so. Poetical Sketches, the first collection of poetry and prose written by Blake including "How Sweetly I roam'd from field to field" was published at an earlier date, , by J.

Flaxman's aunt only twenty-two copies. Measure for Measure, act IV, scene 1. The Tempest, act I, scene 2. A hotel in Amsterdam. This may refer to Bruges-la-morte , a novel by Georges Rodenbach. The Belfry of Bruges. Emery Walker was William Morris's assistant. Literary magazine published by the Pre-Raphaelites from January to April and edited by her brother William. This might refer to the publisher of the newspaper Jackson's Oxford Journal first issued in , name changed to the Oxford Journal Illustrated in A possible guidebook on Bruges? Barbey d'Aurevilly — , French writer.

William Morris — , artist, writer, and poet, associated with the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood and English Arts and Crafts movement. He died on October 3, Mercure de France, French literary magazine published from to L'Etoile Belge, Brussels liberal daily published from to Edward William Garnett — , English writer, critic, and literary editor. Auguste Angellier — , French literary critic and poet. The Savoy, magazine of literature, art, and criticism published in in London. Hans Memling — , German-born painter of the Bruges school.

Pierre Puvis de Chavannes — , French painter. Helen Coombe — married Roger Fry in An example of the ongoing financial struggles with publishers of poets and artists at the time. A London weekly newspaper of politics, literature, science, and art — English literary magazine — Alexander Macmillan, founder of Macmillan Publishers, died in Thomas Humphrey Ward, English author and journalist who edited a four-volume anthology.

Domenico Tumiati — , Italian poet, writer, and playwright. Referring to Tauchnitz Editions, known for having had in the s the exclusive right to reprint English books throughout Europe. Alexandre Beljame — , French writer. Alastor, or The Spirit of Solitude, a poem by P. A poem by Tennyson. Armand Colin publishing house — was the foremost in the world of university studies and higher education. George Meredith — , English novelist and poet.

Theodore Watts-Dunton — , English critic and poet. Inspired by Japanese craftsmanship, Binyon experimented woodcutting under the tutelage of Selwyn Image and William Strang. Kotor, "Cattaro" in Italian, a coastal town in Montenegro. John Crome — , English landscape artist. John Sell Cotman — , English marine and landscape painter. John Crome and John Sell Cotman Ford Madox Brown — , English painter.

The Grafton Galleries, referred to as "Grafton Street" by Binyon, held painting exhibitions from to Henry Buxton Forman — , Victorian-era bibliographer and antiquarian bookseller who established several bibliographies of Percy Shelley. In the s it was revealed that a large number of his first editions of Georgian and Victorian authors were forged.

Richard Streatfield — , very close friend of Binyon, a work colleague at the British Museum. William Hazlitt — , English writer, critic, philosopher and painter. Antonio Moro — , Dutch portraitist. Perhaps a reference to the family Boyer d'Eguilles: Binyon met him before, when he was assistant to S. Colvin at the British Museum. William Barclay Squire — was in charge of the collections of the music department at the British Museum, where he met and befriended Binyon. Charles Weekes — worked as a reader for the publisher George Allen. Jan Van Eyck — , Flemish painter.

A Record and Review A Poem in Two Cantos Grant Allen's Historical Guides: Cities of Belgium London: Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee, June 22, The Little Flowers of St. Fioretti di San Francesco , a popular account of the life of Saint Francis, written a century and a half after his death. Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. August 10, Saint Laurent's Laurence's Day. The Dome was published in London from to , and edited by Ernest J.

He died in , during Binyon's second year there. Translation of the pun: Oldmeadow wrote columns for the The Dome under two different pseudonyms, J. Woodmeald would contribute plays to the magazines while Corbeille contributed essays on music or literature. Frederick Hollyer — , English photographer and engraver. Coleridge lived for a time in Highgate, Hampstead Heath, where he became known as "the sage of Highgate. William Strang — , Scottish painter and engraver. English magazine published in London from to Saint James Intercisus died , a Persian saint. Anne Catherine Emmerich — , stigmatic, mystic, visionary.

Quentin Metsys — , Flemish painter. Sir William Rothenstein — , English painter, draughtsman, and writer on art. The Pageant magazine was published from to William Bell Scott — , Scottish poet, artist, and occasional engraver. Charles van Lerberghe — , Belgian poet. Maurice Maeterlinck — , Belgian playwright, poet, and essayist.