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The Romance of the Forest by Ann Radcliffe
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Feb 20, 2008

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An unknown girl given to a stranger, a deserted Abby, secret chambers, bones, a cruel Marquis, the handsome stranger- ahh... My first gothic romance. I read this after reading Northanger Abby (Austen)- It is a romance novel and adventure in one. A guilty pleasure for young girls whose imaginations had a tendency to run wild. What evil lurked each time they took the carriage out? What unknown spirit lived within the forest?

As for the book itself I thought it has a pretty good story line...predictable for a romance but still enough plot twists that it was interesting. Maybe not a beach read but a cold winter night one. The language could be a bit extraneous at times and poems are often quoted in the narrative, but each time I came to one of these passages I could just imagine a young girl trying to picture the scene and desiring as much description as possible. What is more romantic then men and women able to quote poetry during times of duress or to their lover. Why else would girls have to learn poetry?
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Miles XLIV. "Belovèd, thou hast brought me many flowers..."
Sonnets From the Portuguese
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

Belovèd, thou hast brought me many flowers
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here's ivy!---take them, as I used to do
Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.

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