Letters of Love

Posted on by Lizzie Watson

Letters of love are steeped in history. The passionate pencil markings and the gentle flow of ink on paper have long been used to declare offerings of love and of longing. British love letters, like the ones from John Keats and Oscar Wilde, all play their part in why scribing your thoughts to another will always have a place in the history books to come. 

"I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again - my life seems to stop there - I see no further.
I could die for you. My creed is love and you are it's only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a power I cannot resist."
John Keats to Fanny Brawne.


English romantic poet, John Keats 


My Own Boy,

Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red rose-leaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days.

Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to Salisbury? Do go there to cool your hands in the grey twilight of Gothic things, and come here whenever you like. It is a lovely place and lacks only you; but go to Salisbury first.

Always, with undying love, yours,


 Oscar Wilde, to his literary muse, 21-year-old Lord Alfred “Bosie” Douglas.



London's most popular playwright, Oscar Wilde

Eloise Hall's beautiful cards depicting the delicacies of love, are the perfect accompaniment for such poetic verse as this;

"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."
John Keats 


The Engravers Guild of London have made gifting into an art-form; they know that 'the best things in life are the most personal.' Unique to the receiver, saying something of the giver, and holding lasting value.