LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS . /. LETTEES JOHN KEATS TO HIS FAMILY AND FKIENDS EDITED BY SIDNEY COLVIN ILontrott MACMILLAN AND CO. AND NEW YORK 1891 All rights reserved CONTENTS LETTER DATE PAGE PREFACE xi 1. To CHARLES COWDEN CLARKK . Oct. 31, 1816 1 2. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . Nov. 20, 1816 1 3. . Nov. 20, 1816 2 4. To CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE . Dec. 17, 1816 2 5. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . Mar. 2, 1817 ? 3 6. ,, . Mar. 17, 1817 4 7. To GEORGE AND THOMAS KEATS . April 15, 1817 4 8. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . April 17, 1817 6 9. To LEIGH HUNT .... May 10, 1817 10 10. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . May 10, 1817 13 11. To MESSRS. TAYLOR AND HESSEY May 16, 1817 17 12. ,, . JulyS, 1817 19 13. To MARIANE AND JANE REYNOLDS Sept. 5, 1817 19 14. To FANNY KEATS . . . Sept. 10, 1817 21 15. To JANE REYNOLDS . . . Sept. 14, 1817 24 16. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . Sept. 21, 1817 28 17. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . Sept. 28, 1817 32 18. To BENJAMIN BAILEY . . . Oct. 8, 1817 33 19. . . About Nov. 1, 1817 36 20. ,, Nov. 5, 1817 39 21. To CHAKLKS WENTWORTH DILKE Nov. 1817 40 22. To BENJAMIN BAILEY . . . Nov. 22, 1817 40 b vi CONTENTS LETTER DATE PAGE 23. To JOHN HAMILTON KEYNOLDS . Nov. 22, 1817 44 24. To GEORGE AND THOMAS KEATS . Dec. 22, 1817 46 25. . Jan. 5, 1818 48 26. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . Jan. 10, 1818 53 27. To JOHN TAYLOR .... Jan. 10, 1818 53 28. To GEORGE AND THOMAS KEATS . Jan. 13-20, 1818 54 29. To JOHN TAYLOR . . . . Jan. 23, 1818 56 30. To GEORGE AND THOMAS KEATS . Jan. 23, 1818 57 31. To BENJAMIN BAILEY . . . Jan. 23, 1818 61 32. To JOHN TAYLOR .... Jan. 30, 1818 64 33. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . Jan. 31, 1818 65 34. . Feb. 3, 1818 67 35. To JOHN TAYLOR . . . . Feb. 5, 1818 71 36. To GEORGE AND THOMAS KEATS . Feb. 14, 1818 71 37. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . Feb. 19, 1818 73 38. To GEORGE AND THOMAS KEATS . Feb. 21, 1818 75 39. To JOHN TAYLOR .... Feb. 27, 1818 77 40. To MESSRS. TAYLOR AND HESSEY Mar. 1818 ? 78 41. To BENJAMIN BAILEY . . . Mar. 13, 1818 78 42. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . Mar. 14, 1818 82 43. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . Mar. 21, 1818 85 44. To MESSRS. TAYLOR AND HESSEY Mar. 21, 1818 88 45. To JAMES RICE .... Mar. 24, 1818 88 46. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . Mar. 25, 1818 90 47. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . April 8, 1818 94 48. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . April 9, 1818 96 49. ,, . April 10, 1818 98 50. To JOHN TAYLOR .... April 24, 1818 99 51. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . April 27, 1818 100 52. ,, . May 3, 1818 103 CONTEXTS Vll -ETTER DATE PAGE 53. To BENJAMIN BAILEY . . May 28, 1818 109 54. . . . June 10, 1818 111 55. To JOHN TAYLOR . June 21, 1818 114 56. To THOMAS KEATS . June 29-July 2, 1818 114 57. To FANNY KEATS . . July 2-4, 1818 118 58. To THOMAS KEATS . July 2-9, 1818 123 59. . July 10-14, 1818 127 60. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS July 11-13, 1818 132 61. To THOMAS KEATS July 17-21, 1818 136 62. To BENJAMIN BAILEY . July 18-22, 1818 142 63. To THOMAS KEATS July 23-26, 1818 147 64. ,, . . Aug. 3, 1818 153 65. To MRS. WYLIE . . Aug. 6, 1818 158 66. To FANNY KEATS . Aug. 18, 1818 161 67. . . Aug. 25, 1818 162 63. To JANE REYNOLDS . Sept. 1, 1818 162 69. To CHARLES WENTWOKTH DILKE Sept. 21, 1818 163 70. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS About Sept. 22, 1818 165 71. To FANNY KEATS . . Oct. 9, 1818 166 72. To JAMES AUGUSTUS HESSEY . Oct. 9, 1818 167 73. To GEORGE AND GEORGIANA f Oct. 13-31, KEATS .... ,\ 1818 168 74. To FANNY KEATS . . Oct. 16, 1818 182 75. ,, . . Oct. 26, 1818 183 76. To RICHARD WOODHOUSE . Oct. 27, 1818 183 77. To FANNY KEATS . Nov. 5, 1818 185 78. To JAMES RICE . Nov. 24, 1818 186 79. To FANNY KEATS . . Dec. 1, 1818 137 80. To GEORGE AND GEORGIANA f About Dec. 18, KEATS .... tl818-Jan.4,1819 187 \1 viii CONTENTS v LETTER DATE PAGE 81. To RICHARD WOODHOUSE , Dec. 18, 1818 210 82. To Mas. REYNOLDS . Dec. 22, 1818 211 83. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON , Dec. 22, 1818 211 84. To JOHN TAYLOR . , Dec. 24, 1818 212 85. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON , Dec. 27, 1818 213 86. To FANNY KEATS . , Dec. 30, 1818 213 87. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . Jan. 4, 1819 214 f Between Jan. 7 88. I and 14, 1819 214 89. Jan. 1819 215 90. To FANNY KEATS ... . Jan. 1819 215 91. ,, ,,.... Feb. 11, 1819 216 92. To GEORGE AND GEORGIANA KEATS f Feb. 14-May 3, t 1819 217 93. To FANNY KEATS . Feb. 27, 1819 262 94. , . Mar. 13, 1819 263 95. . . . Mar. 24, 1819 264 96. To JOSEPH SEVERN Mar. 29? 1819 265 97. To FANNY KEATS April 13, 1819 265 98. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . April 13, 1819 267 99. To FANNY KEATS April 17, 1819? 268 100. . . . May 13, 1819 270 101. ,, . May 26, 1819 270 102. ,, . June 9, 1819 271 103. To JAMES ELMES . June 12, 1819 272 104. To FANNY KEATS June 14, 1819 272 105. . June 16, 1819 273 106. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . June 17, 1819 274 107. To FANNY KEATS July 6, 1819 275 108. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . July 11, 1819 276 CONTENTS ix LETTER DATE PAGE 109. To CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE July 31, 1819 277 110. To BENJAMIN BAILEY . . . Aug. 15, 1819 280 111. To JOHN TAYLOR .... Aug. 23, 1819 281 112. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . Aug. 25, 1819 282 113. To FANNY KEATS . . . Aug. 28, 1819 283 114. To JOHN TAYLOR . . . Sept. 1, 1819 286 115. ,, ,, ... Sept. 5, 1819 286 116. To GEORGE AND GEORGIANA KEATS Sept. 17-27, 1819 290 117. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . Sept. 22, 1819 319 118. To CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE Sept. 22, 1819 322 119. To CHARLES BROWN . . . Sept. 23, 1819 325 120. ,, ,, ... Sept. 23, 1819 327 121. To CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE Oct. 1, 1819 328 122. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . Oct. 3, 1819 328 123. To FANNY KEATS . . . . Oct. 16, 1819 331 124. To JOSEPH SEVERN . . . Oct. 27? 1819 332 125. To JOHN TAYLOR .... Nov. 17, 1819 333 126. To FANNY KEATS .... Nov. 17, 1819 334 127. To JOSEPH SEVERN . . . Dec. 6? 1819 334 128. To JAMES RICE .... Dec. 1819 335 129. To FANNY KEATS . . . Dec. 20, 1819 335 130. ,, ,, ... Dec. 22, 1819 337 131. To GEORGIANA KEATS . . Jan. 13-28, 1820 338 132. To FANNY KEATS . . . Feb. 6, 1820 347 133. ... Feb. 8, 1820 348 134. ,, ... Feb. 11, 1820 350 135. ,,,, ... Feb. 14, 1820 350 136. To JAMES RICE .... Feb. 16, 1820 350 137. To FANNY KEATS . . . Feb. 19, 1820 352 138. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Feb. 23 or 25, 1820 352 X CONTENTS LETTER DATE PAGE 139. To FANNY KEATS .... Feb. 24, 1820 353 140. To CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE Mar. 4, 1820 354 141. To FANNY KEATS Mar. 20, 1820 355 142. ... April 1, 1820 356 143. M ... April 1820 357 144. ... April 12, 1820 357 145. ... April 21, 1820 357 146. ... May 4, 1820 358 147. To CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE May 1820 359 148. To JOHN TAYLOR .... June 11, 1820 360 149. To CHARLES BROWN June 1820 360 150. To FANNY KEATS .... June 26, 1820 362 151. j) ... July 5, 1820 363 152. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . July 1820 363 153. To FANNY KEATS July 22, 1820 364 154. Aug. 14, 1820 364 155. To PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Aug. 1820 365 156. To JOHN TAYLOR .... Aug. 14, 1820 367 157. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . Aug. 1820 367 158. To CHARLES BROWN Aug. 1820 368 159. To FANNY KEATS .... Aug. 23, 1820 368 160. To CHARLES BROWN Aug. 1820 370 161. i> ... Sept. 28, 1820 370 162. To MRS. BRAWNE Oct. 24, 1820 372 163. To CHARLES BROWN Nov. 1, 2, 1820 374 164 ,) ... Nov. 30, 1820 376 THE object of the present volume is to supply the want, which many readers must have felt, of a separate and convenient edition of the letters of Keats to his family and friends. He is one of those poets whose genius makes itself felt in prose -writing almost as decisively as in verse, and at their best these letters are among the most beautiful in our language. Portions of them lent an especial charm to a book charming at any rate the biography of the poet first published more than forty years ago by Lord Houghton. But the correspond- ence as given by Lord Houghton is neither accurate nor complete. He had in few cases the originals before him, but made use of copies, some of them quite fragmentary, especially those supplied him from America ; and more- over, working while many of the poet's friends were still alive, he thought it right to exercise a degree of editorial freedom for which there would now be neither occasion nor excuse. While I was engaged in preparing the life of Keats for Mr. Morley's series some years since, the following materials for an improved edition of his letters came into my hands : (1) The copies made by Richard Woodhouse, a few years after Keats's death, of the poet's correspondence with his principal friends, viz. the publishers, Messrs. Taylor and Hessey ; the transcriber, Woodhouse himself, who was a young barrister of literary tastes in the con- fidence of those gentlemen ; John Hamilton Reynolds, solicitor, poet, humourist, and critic (born 1796, died xii PREFACE 1852); Jaue and Mariane Reynolds, sisters of the last- named, the former afterwards Mrs. Tom Hood ; James Rice, the bosom friend of Reynolds, and like him a young solicitor ; Benjamin Bailey, undergraduate of Magdalen Hall, Oxford, afterwards Archdeacon of Colombo (1794 1- 1852), and one or two more. (2) The imperfect copies of the poet's letters to his brother and sister-in-law in America, which were made by the sister-in-law's second husband, Mr. Jeffrey of Louisville, and sent by him to Lord Houghton, who published them with further omissions and alterations of his own. (3) Somewhat later, after the publication of my book, the autograph originals of some of these same letters to America were put into my hands, including almost the entire text of Nos. Ixiii. Ixxiii. Ixxx. and xcii. in the pr^jMipt edition. The three last are the long and famous journal-letters written in the autumn of 1818 and spring of 1819, and between them occupy nearly a quarter of the whole volume. I have shown elsewhere 1 how much of their value and interest was sacrificed by Mr. Jeffrey's omissions. Besides these manuscript sources, I have drawn largely on Mr. Buxton Forman's elaborate edition of Keats's works in four volumes (1883), 2 and to a much less extent on the 1 Macmillan's Magazine, August 1888. 2 For the letters already printed by Lord Houghton, Mr. Forman as a rule simply copied the text of that editor. The letters to Fanny Brawne and Fanny Keats, on the other hand, he printed with great accuracy from the autographs, and had autographs also before him in revising those to Dilke, Haydon, and one or two besides. The correspondence with Fanny Keats he kindly gave me leave to use for the present volume, receiving from me in return the right to use my MS. materials for a revised issue of his own work. In that issue, which appeared at the end of 1889, the new matter is, [however, printed separately, in the form of scraps and addenda detached from their context ; and the present edition (the appearance of which has been delayed for two years by accidental circumstances) is the only one in which the true text of the American and miscellaneous letters is given consecutively and in proper order. PREFACE xiii edition published by the poet's American grand-nephew, Mr. Speed (1884) 1 . Even thus, the correspondence is still probably not quite complete. In some of the voluminous journal-letters there may still be gaps, where a sheet of the autograph has gone astray ; and since the following pages have been in print, I have heard of the existence in private collections of one or two letters which I have not been able to include. But it is not a case in which absolute completeness is of much importance. In matters of the date and sequence of the letters, I have taken pains to be more exact than previous editors, especially in tracing the daily progress and different halting-places of the poet on his Scotch tour (which it takes some knowledge of the ground to do), and in dating the successive parts, written at intervals sometimes during two or three months, of the long journal-letters to America. On these particulars Keats himself is very vague, and his manuscript sometimes runs on without a break at points where the sense shows that he has dropped and taken i> up again after a pause of days or weeks. 2 Again, I have in all cases given in full the verse and other quotations contained in the correspondence, where other editors have only indicated them by their first lines. It is indeed from these that the letters derive a great part of their character. Writing to his nearest relatives or most intimate friends, he is always quoting for their pleasure poems of his own now classical, then warm from his brain, sent forth uncertain whether to live or die, or snatches of doggrel nonsense as the humour of the moment takes him. The former, familiar as we may be with them, gain a new interest and freshness from the context : the latter are nothing apart from it, and to 1 The letters in which I have relied wholly or in part on Mr. Speed's text are Nos. xxv. Ixxx. (only for a few passages missing in the autograph) cxvi. and cxxxi. - Where the dates in my text are printed without brackets, they are those given by Keats himself ; the dates within brackets have been supplied either from the postmarks (as was done by Wood- liouse in all his transcripts) or by inference from the text. xiv PREFACE print them gravely, as has been done, among the Poetical Works, is to punish the levities of genius too hard. As to the text, I have followed the autograph wherever it was possible, and in other cases the manuscript or printed version which I judged nearest the autograph ; with this exception, that I have not thought it worth while to preserve mere slips of the pen or tricks of spelling. The curious in such matters will rind them religiously repro- duced by Mr. Buxton Forman wherever he has had the opportunity. The poet's punctuation, on the other hand, and his use of capitals, which is odd and full of character, I have preserved. As is well known, his handwriting is as a rule clear and beautiful, quite free from unsteadiness or sign of fatigue ; and as mere specimens for the col- lector, few autographs can compare with these close- written quarto (or sometimes extra folio) sheets, in which I the young poet has poured out to those he loved his whole self indiscriminately, generosity and fretfulness, ardour and despondency, boyish petulance side by side with manful good sense, the tattle of suburban parlours with the speculations of a spirit unsurpassed for native poetic gift and insight. The editor of familiar correspondence has at all times a difficult task before him in the choice what to give and what to withhold. In the case of Keats the diffi- culty is greater than in most, from the ferment of opposing elements and impulses in his nature, and from the extreme unreserve with which he lays himself open alike in his weakness and his strength. The other great letter -writers in English are men to some degree on their guard : men, if not of the world, at least of some worldly training and experience, and of characters in some degree formed and set. The phase of unlimited youth- ful expansiveness, of enthusiastic or fretful outcry, they have either escaped or left behind, and never give them- selves away completely. Gray is of course an extreme case in point. With a masterly breadth of mind he unites an even finicking degree of academic fastidiousness PREFACE xv and persona] reserve, and his correspondence charms, not by impulse or openness, but by urbanity and irony, by ripeness of judgment and knowledge, by his playful kindliness towards the few intimates he has, and the sober wistfulness with which he looks out, from his Pisgah- height of universal culture, over regions of imaginative delight into which it was not given to him nor his contemporaries to enter fully. To take others differing most widely both as men and poets : Cowper, whether affectionately "chatting and chirping" to his cousin Lady Hesketh, or confiding his spiritual terrors to the Rev. John Newton, that unwise monitor who would not let them sleep, Cowper is a letter-writer the most unaffected and sincere, but has nevertheless the degree of reticence natural to his breeding, as well as a touch of staidness and formality proper to his age. Byron offers an extreme contrast ; unrestrained he is, but far indeed from being unaffected ; the greatest attitudinist in literature as in life, and the most brilliant of all letter- writers after his fashion, with his wit, his wilfulness, his flash, his extraordinary unscrupulousness and re- source, his vulgar pride of caste, his everlasting restless- ness and egotism, his occasional true irradiations of the divine fire. Shelley, again but he, as has been justly said, must have his singing robes about him to be quite truly Shelley, and in his correspondence is little more than any other amiable and enthusiastic gentleman and scholar on his travels. To the case of Keats, at any rate, none of these other distinguished letter -writers affords any close parallel. That admirable genius was, from the social point of view, an unformed lad in the flush and rawness of youth. His passion for beauty, his instinctive insight into the vital sources of imaginative delight in nature, in romance, and in antiquity, went along with perceptions painfully acute in matters of daily life, and nerves high-strung in the extreme. He was, moreover, almost incapable of artifice or disguise. Writing to his brothers and sister or to friends as dear, xvi PREFACE he is secret with them on one thing only, and that is his unlucky love-passion after he became a prey to it : for the rest he is open as the day, and keeps back nothing of what crosses his mind, nothing that vexes or jars on him or tries his patience, His character, as thus laid bare, contains elements of rare nobility and attraction modesty, humour, sweetness, courage, im- pulsive disinterestedness, strong and tender family affec- tion, the gift of righteous indignation, the gift of sober and strict self-knowledge. But it is only a character in the making. A strain of hereditary disease, lurking in his constitution from the first, was developed by over-exertion /\ and aggravated by mischance, so that he never lived to be ; himself; and from about his twenty-fourth birthday his | utterances are those of one struggling in vain against a hopeless distemper both of body and mind. If a selection could be made from those parts only of Keats's correspondence which show him at his best, we should have an anthology full of intuitions of beauty, even of wisdom, and breathing the very spirit of generous youth; one unrivalled for zest, whim, fancy, and ami- ability, and written in an English which by its peculiar alert and varied movement sometimes recalls, perhaps more closely than that of any other writer (for the young Cockney has Shakspeare in his blood), the prose passages of Hamlet and Much Ado about Nothing. Had the correspondence never been printed before, were it there to be dealt with for the first time, this method of selec- tion would no doubt be the tempting one to apply to it. But such a treatment is now hardly possible, and in any case would hardly be quite fair ; since the object, or at all events the effect, of publishing a man's cor- respondence is not merely to give literary pleasure it is to make the man himself known ; and the revelation, though it need not be wholly without reserve, is bound to be just and proportionate as far as it goes. Even as an artist, in the work which he himself published to the world, Keats was not one of those of whom it PREFACE xvii could be said, "his worst he kept, his best he gave." Rather he gave promiscuously, in the just confidence that among the failures and half-successes of his inex- perienced youth would be found enough of the best to establish his place among the poets after his death. Considering all things, the nature of the man, the diffi- culty of separating the exquisite from the common, the healthful from the diseased, in his mind and work, considering also the use that has already been made of the materials, I have decided in this edition to give the correspondence almost un pruned ; omitting a few passages of mere crudity, hardly more than two pages in all, but not attempting to suppress those which betray the weak places in the writer's nature, his flaws of taste and training, his movements of waywardness, irritability, and morbid suspicion. Only the biographer without tact, the critic without balance, will insist on these. A truer as well as more charitable judgment will recognise that what was best in Keats was also what was most real, and will be fortified by remembering that to those who knew him his faults were almost unapparent, and that no man was ever held by his friends in more devoted or more unanimous affection while he lived and after- wards. There is one thing, however, which I have not chosen to do, and that is to include in this collection the poet's love-letters to Fanny Brawne. As it is, the intimate nature of the correspondence must sometimes give the reader a sense of eavesdropping, of being admitted into petty private matters with which he has no concern. If this is to some extent inevitable, it is by no means in- evitable that the public should be farther asked to look over the shoulder of the sick and presently dying youth while he declares the impatience and torment of his passion to the object, careless and unresponsive as she seems to have been, who inspired it. These letters too have been printed. As a matter of feeling I cannot put myself in the place of the reader who desires to possess xviii PREFACE them; while as a matter of literature they are in a different key from the rest, not lacking passages of beauty, but constrained and painful in the main, and quite without the genial ease and play of mind which make the letters to his family and friends so attractive. Therefore in this, which I hope may become the standard edition of his correspondence, they shall find no place. As to the persons, other than those already mentioned, to whom the letters here given are addressed : Shelley of course needs no words ; nor should any be needed for the painter Haydon (1786-1846), or the poet and critic Leigh Hunt (1784-1859). Theirs were the chief inspiring influences which determined the young medical student, about his twentieth year, at the time when this correspond- ence opens, to give up his intended profession for poetry. Both were men of remarkable gifts and strong intel- lectual enthusiasm, hampered in either case by foibles of character which their young friend and follower, who has left so far more illustrious a name, was only too quick to detect. Charles Cowden Clarke (1787-1877), the son of Keats's schoolmaster at Enfield, had exercised a still earlier influence on the lad's opening mind, and was himself afterwards long and justly distinguished as a Shakspearean student and lecturer and essayist on English literature. Charles Wentworth Dilke (1789- 1864), having begun life in the Civil Service, early abandoned that calling for letters, and lived to be one of the most influential of English critics and journalists : he is chiefly known from his connection with the Athen- ceum, and through the memoir published by his grand- son. Charles Brown, afterwards styling himself Charles Arniitage Brown (1786-1842), who became known to Keats through Dilke in the summer of 1817, and was his most intimate companion during the two years June 1818 to June 1820, had begun life as a merchant in St. Petersburg, and failing, came home, and took, he also, to literature, chiefly as a contributor to the various periodicals edited by Leigh Hunt. He lived PREFACE xix mostly in Italy from 1822 to 1834, then for six years at Plymouth, and in 1841 emigrated to New Zealand, where he died the following year. Joseph Severn (1793-1879) was the son of an engraver, himself begin- ning to practise as a painter when Keats knew him. His devoted tendance of the poet during the last sad months in Italy was the determining event of Severn's career, earning him the permanent regard and gratitude of all lovers of genius. He established himself for good in Rome, where he continued to practise his art, and was for many years English consul, and one of the most familiar figures in the society of the city. Lastly, of the poet's own relations, George Keats (1799-1842) after his brother's death continued to live at Louisville in America, where he made and lost a fortune in business before he died. His widow (born Georgiana Augusta Wylie), so often and affectionately addressed in these letters, by and by took a second husband, a Mr. Jeffrey, already mentioned as the corre- spondent of Lord Houghton. Frances Mary Keats (1803- 1889), always called Fanny in the delightful series of letters which her brother addressed to her as a young girl, 1 in course of time married a Spanish gentleman, Seilor Llanos, and lived in Madrid to a great old age. Several other members of the poet's circle enjoyed unusual length of days Mr. William Dilke, for instance, dying a few years ago at ninety, and Mr. Gleig, long Chaplain-General of the Forces, at ninety-two. But with the death of his sister a year and a half ago, passed away probably the last survivor of those who could bear in memory the voice and features of Adonais. S. C. May 1891. 1 The autographs of these letters are now in the British Museum. LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS TO HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS I. TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE. [London, October 31, 1816.] MY DAINTIE DAVIE I will be as punctual as the Bee to the Clover. Very glad am I at the thoughts of seeing so soon this glorious Haydon and all his creation. I pray thee let me know when you go to Ollier's and where he resides this I forgot to ask you and tell me also when you will help me waste a sullen day God 'ield you J. K. II. TO BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON. [London,] November 20, 1816. My dear Sir Last evening wrought me up, and I cannot forbear sending you the following Yours unfeignedly, JOHN KEATS. Removed to 76 Cheapside. 1 The early letters of Keats are full of these Shakspearean tags and allusions : some of the less familiar I have thought it worth while to mark in the footnotes. & B LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1816 Great spirits now on earth are sojourning ; He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing : He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake : And lo ! whose stedfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come ; These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings in the human mart ? Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb. 1 III. TO BENJAMIN EGBERT HAYDON. [London,] Thursday afternoon, November 20, 1816. My dear Sir Your letter has filled me with a proud pleasure, and shall be kept by me as a stimulus to exertion I begin to fix my eye upon one horizon. My feelings entirely fall in with yours in regard to the Ellipsis, and I glory in it. The Idea of your sending it to Wordsworth put me out of breath you know with what Reverence I would send my Well- wishes to him. Yours sincerely JOHN KEATS. IV. TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE. [London,] Tuesday [December 17, 1816]. My dear Charles You may now look at Minerva's JEgis with impunity, seeing that my awful Visage 2 did not turn you into a John Doree. You have accordingly a legitimate title to a Copy I will use my interest to procure it for you. I'll tell you what I met Reynolds at Haydon's a few mornings since he promised to be with me this Evening and Yesterday I had the same 1 The references are of course to Wordsworth, Leigh Hunt, and Haydon. In the sonnet as printed in the Poems of 1817, and all later editions, the last line but one breaks off at "workings," the words "in the human mart " having been omitted by Haydon's advice. 2 Presumably as shown in some drawing or miniature. 1817] TO REYNOLDS 3 promise from Severn and I must put you in mind that on last All hallowmas' day you gave me your word that you would spend this Evening with me so no putting off. I have done little to Endymion lately l I hope to finish it in one more attack. I believe you I went to Richards's it was so whoreson a Night that I stopped there all the next day. His Remembrances to you. (Ext. from the common place Book of my Mind Mem. Wednesday Hampstead call in Warner Street a sketch of Mr. Hunt.) I will ever consider you my sincere and affectionate friend you will not doubt that T am yours. God bless you JOHN KEATS. V. TO JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS. [London,] Sunday Evening [March 2, 1817 ?]. 2 My dear Reynolds Your kindness affects me so sensibly that I can merely put down a few mono-sentences. Your Criticism only makes me extremely anxious that I should not deceive you. It's the finest thing by God as Hazlitt would say. However I hope I may not deceive you. There arc some acquaintances of mine who will scratch their Beards and although I have, I hope, some Charity, I wish their Nails may be long. I will be ready at the time you mention in all Happiness. There is a report that a young Lady of 16 has written the new Tragedy, God bless her I will know her by Hook or by Crook in less than a week. My Brothers' and my Remembrances to your kind Sisters. Yours most sincerely JOHN KEATS. 1 Not the long poem published under that title in 1818, but the earlier attempt beginning, " I stood tiptoe upon a little hill," which was printed as a fragment in the Poems of 1817. 2 This letter, which is marked by Woodhouse in his copy " no date, sent by hand," I take to be an answer to the commendatory sonnet addressed by Reynolds to Keats on February 27, 1817: see Keats (Men of Letters Series), Appendix, p. 223. LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1817 VI. TO JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS. [London, March 17, 1817.] My dear Reynolds My Brothers are anxious that I should go by myself into the country they have always been extremely fond of me, and now that Haydon has , pointed out how necessary it is that I should be alone to improve myself, they give up the temporary pleasure of living with me continually for a great good which I hope will follow. So I shall soon be out of Town. You must soon bring all your present troubles to a close, and so must I, but we must, like the Fox, prepare for a fresh swarm of flies. Banish money Banish sofas Banish Wine Banish Music; but right Jack Health, honest Jack Health, true Jack Health Banish health and banish all the world. I must ... if I come this evening, I shall horribly commit myself elsewhere. So I will send my excuses to them and Mrs. Dilke by my brothers. Your sincere friend JOHN KEATS. VII. TO GEORGE AND THOMAS KEATS. [Southampton,] Tuesday Morn [April 15, 1817]. My dear Brothers- I am safe at Southampton after having ridden three stages outside and the rest in for it began to be very cold. I did not know the Names of any of the Towns I passed through all I can tell you is that sometimes I saw dusty Hedges sometimes Ponds then nothing then a little Wood with trees look you like Launce's Sister "as white as a Lily and as small as a Wand" then came houses which died away into a few straggling Barns then came hedge trees aforesaid again. As the Lamplight crept along the following things were discovered " long heath broom furze "- Hurdles here and there half a Mile Park palings when the Windows of a House were always discovered by 1817] TO GEORGE AND THOMAS KEATS 5 reflection One Nymph of Fountain N.B. Stone lopped Trees Cow ruminating ditto Donkey Man and Woman going gingerly along William seeing his Sisters over the Heath John waiting with a Lanthorn for his Mistress Barber's Pole Doctor's Shop How- ever after having had my fill of these I popped my Head out just as it began to Dawn N.B. this Tuesday Morn saw the S^m rise of which I shall say nothing at present. I felt rather lonely this Morning at Breakfast so I went and unbox'd a Shakspeare " There's my Comfort." 1 I went immediately after Breakfast to Southampton Water where I enquired for the Boat to the Isle of Wight as I intend seeing that place before I settle it will go at 3, so shall I after having taken a Chop. I know nothing of this place but that it is long tolerably broad has bye streets two or three Churches a very respectable old Gate with two Lions to guard it. The Men and Women do not materially dift'er from those I have been in the Habit of seeing. I forgot to say that from dawn till half-past six I went through a most delightful Country some open Down but for the most part thickly wooded. What surprised me most was an immense quantity of blooming Furze on each side the road cutting a most rural dash. The Southampton water when I saw it just now was no better than a low Water Water which did no more than answer my expectations it will have mended its Manners by 3. From the Wharf are seen the shores on each side stretching to the Isle of Wight. You, Haydon, Keynolds, etc. have been pushing each other out of my Brain by turns. I have conned over every Head in Haydon's Picture you must warn them not to be afraid should my Ghost visit them on Wednesday tell Haydon to Kiss his Hand at Betty over the Way for me yea and to spy at her for me. I hope one of you will be competent to take part in a Trio while I am away you need ouly 1 For Stephano's " Here's my comfort," twice in 11. ii. 6 LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1817 aggravate your voices a little and mind not to speak Cues and all when you have said Rum-ti-ti you must not be rum any more or else another will take up the ti-ti alone and then he might be taken God shield us for little better than a Titmouse. By the by talking of Titmouse Remember me particularly to all my Friends give my Love to the Miss Reynoldses and to Fanny who I hope you will soon see. Write to me soon about them all and you George particularly how you get on with Wilkinson's plan. What could I have done without niy Plaid ? I don't feel inclined to write any more at present for I feel rather muzzy you must be content with this fac simile of the rough plan of Aunt Dinah's Counterpane. Your most affectionate Brother JOHN KEATS. Reynolds shall hear from me soon. VIII. TO JOHN HAMILTON HEYNOLDS. Carisbrooke, April 17th [1817]. My dear Reynolds Ever since I wrote to my Brothers from Southampton I have been in a taking and at this moment I am about to become settled for I have unpacked my books, put them into a snug corner, pinned up Haydon, Mary Queen of Scots, and Milton with his daughters in a row. In the passage I found a head of Shakspeare which I had not before seen. It is most likely the same that George spoke so well of, for I like it extremely. Well this head I have hung over my Books, just above the three in a row, having first discarded a French Ambassador now this alone is a good morning's work. Yesterday I went to Shanklin, which occasioned a great debate in my mind whether I should live there or at Carisbrooke. Shanklin is a most beautiful place Sloping wood and meadow ground reach round the Chine, which is a cleft between the Cliffs of the depth of nearly 300 feet at least. This cleft is filled with trees and 1817] TO REYNOLDS 7 bushes in the narrow part, and as it widens becomes bare, if it were not for primroses on one side, which spread to the very verge of the Sea, and some fishermen's huts on the other, perched midway in the Balustrades of beautiful green Hedges along their steps down to the sands. But the sea, Jack, the sea the little waterfall then the white cliff then St. Catherine's Hill "the sheep in the meadows, the cows in the corn." Then, why are you at Carisbrooke 1 say you. Because, in the first place, I should be at twice the Expense, and three times the inconvenience next that from here I can see your continent from a little hill close by the whole north Angle of the Isle of Wight, with the water between us. In the 3rd place, I see Carisbrooke Castle from my window, and have found several delightful wood-alleys, and copses, and quick freshes. 1 As for primroses the Island ought to be called Primrose Island that is, if the nation of Cowslips agree thereto, of which there are divers Clans just beginning to lift up their heads. Another reason of my fixing is, that I am more in reach of the places around me. I intend to walk over the Island east West North South. I have not seen many specimens of Ruins I don't think however I shall ever see one to surpass Carisbrooke Castle. The trench is overgrown with the smoothest turf, and the Walls with ivy. The Keep within side is one Bower of ivy a colony of Jackdaws have been there for many years. I dare say I have seen many a descendant of some old cawer who peeped through the Bars at Charles the first, when he was there in Confinement. On the road from Cowes to Newport I saw some extensive Barracks, which disgusted me extremely with the Government for placing such a Nest of Debauchery in so beautiful a place. I asked a man on the Coach about this and he said that the people had been spoiled. In the room where I slept 1 " I'll not show him Where the quick freshes are." Caliban in Tempest, III. ii. 8 LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1817 at Newport, I found this on the Window " Isle spoilt by the milatary ! . . . " The wind is in a sulky fit, and I feel that it would be no bad thing to be the favourite of some Fairy, who would give one the power of seeing how our Friends got on at a Distance. I should like, of all Loves, a sketch of you and Tom and George in ink which Haydon will do if you tell him how I want them. From want of regular rest I have been rather narmis and the passage in Lear "Do you not hear the sea?" has haunted me intensely. ON THE SEA It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be mov'd for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound. O ye ! who have your eye-balls vex'd and tir'd, Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea ; O ye ! whose Ears are dinii'd with uproar rude, Or fed too much with cloying melody Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth, and brood Until ye start as if the sea Nymphs quired 1 April 18th. Will you have the goodness to do this 1 ? Borrow a Botanical Dictionary turn to the words Laurel and Prunus, show the explanations to your sisters and Mrs. Dilke and without more ado let them send me the Cups Basket and Books they trifled and put off and off' while I was in town. Ask them what they can say for them- selves ask Mrs. Dilke wherefore she does so distress me let me know how Jane has her health the Weather is unfavourable for her. Tell George and Tom to write. I'll tell you what on the 23d was Shakspeare born. 1 This sonnet was first published in the Champion (edited by John Scott) for August 17, 1817. 1817] TO REYNOLDS 9 JS'o\v if I should receive a letter from you and another from my Brothers on that day 'twould be a parlous good thing. Whenever you write say a word or two on some Passage in Shakspeare that may have come rather new to you, which must be continually happening, notwithstanding that we read the same Play forty times for instance, the following from the Tempest never struck me so forcibly as at present, " Urchins Shall, for the vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee " How can I help bringing to your mind the line In the dark backward and abysm of time I find I cannot exist without Poetry without eternal Poetry half the day will not do the whole of it I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan. I had become all in a Tremble from not having written anything of late the Sonnet overleaf did me good. I slept the better last night for it this Morning, however, I am nearly as bad again. Just now I opened Spenser, and the first Lines I saw were these " The noble heart that harbours virtuous thought, And is with child of glorious great intent, Can never rest until it forth have brought Th' eternal brood of glory excellent " Let me know particularly about Haydon, ask him to write to me about Hunt, if it be only ten lines I hope all is well I shall forthwith begin my Endymion, which I hope I shall have got some way with by the time you come, when we will read our verses in a delightful place I have set my heart upon, near the Castle. Give my Love to your Sisters severally to George and Tom. Remember me to Rice, Mr. and Mrs. Dilke and all we know. Your sincere Friend JOHN KEATS. Direct J. Keats, Mrs. Cook's, New Village, Carisbrooke. 10 LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1817 IX. TO LEIGH HUNT. Margate, May 10, 1817. My dear Hunt The little gentleman that sometimes lurks in a gossip's bowl, ought to have come in the very likeness of a roasted crab, and choaked me outright for not answering your letter ere this : however, you must not suppose that I was in town to receive it : no, it followed me to the Isle of Wight, and I got it just as I was going to pack up for Margate, for reasons which you anon shall hear. On arriving at this treeless affair, I wrote to my brother George to request C. C. C. 1 to do the thing you wot of respecting Rimini ; and George tells me he has undertaken it with great pleasure ; so I hope there has been an understanding between you for many proofs : C. C. C. is well acquainted with Bensley. Now why did you not send the key of your cupboard, which, I know, was full of papers 1 We would have locked them all in a trunk, together with those you told me to destroy, which indeed I did not do, for fear of demolishing receipts, there not being a more unpleasant thing in the world (saving a thousand and one others) than to pay a bill twice. Mind you, old Wood's a "very varmint," shrouded in covetousness : and now I am upon a horrid subject what a horrid one you were upon last Sunday, and well you handled it. The last Examiner 2 was a battering-ram against Christianity, blasphemy, Tertullian, Erasmus, Sir Philip Sidney; and then the dreadful Petzelians and their expiation by blood ; and do Christians shudder at the same thing in a newspaper which they attribute to their God in its most aggravated form ? What is to be the end of this *? I must mention Hazlitt's Southey. 3 that he had left 1 Charles Cowden Clarke. 2 For Sunday, May 4, 1817. 3 The first part, published in the same number of the Examiner, of a ferocious review by Hazlitt of Southey's Letter to William Smith, Esq., M.P. 1817] TO LEIUII HUNT 11 out the grey hairs ; or that they had been in any other paper not concluding with such a thunderclap ! That sentence about making a page of the feeling of a whole life, appears to me like a whale's back in the sea of prose. I ought to have said a word on Shakspeare's Christianity. There are two which I have not looked over with you, touching the thing : the one for, the other against : that in favour is in Measure for Measure, Act II. Scene ii. Isab. Alas, alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the 'vantage best have took, Found out the remedy. That against is in Twelfth Night, Act III. Scene ii. Maria. For there is no Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness. Before I come to the Nymphs, 1 I must get through all disagreeables. I went to the Isle of Wight, thought so much about poetry, so long together, that I could not get to sleep at night ; and, moreover, I know not how it was, I could not get wholesome food. By this means, in a week or so, I became not over capable in my upper stories, and set off pell-mell for Margate, at least a hundred ami fifty miles, because, forsooth, I fancied that I should like my old lodging here, and could contrive to do without trees. Another thing, I was too much in solitude, and conse- quently was obliged to be in continual burning of thought, as an only resource. However, Tom is with me at present, and we are very comfortable. We intend, though, to get among some trees. How have you got on among them? How are the Nymphs 1 I suppose they have led you a fine dance. Where are you now ? in Judea, Cappadocia, or the parts of Libya about Gyrene 1 Stranger from " Heaven, Hues, and Prototypes," I wager you have given several new turns to the old saying, "Now the maid was fair and pleasant to look on," as 1 The poem so entitled on which Hunt was now at work, ami which was published in the volume called Foliage (1818). 12 LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1817 well as made a little variation in " Once upon a time." Perhaps, too, you have rather varied, " Here endeth the first lesson." Thus I hope you have made a horseshoe business of " unsuperfluous life," "faint bowers," and fibrous roots. I vow that I have been down in the mouth lately at this work. These last two days, however, I have felt more confident I have asked myself so often why I should be a poet more than other men, seeing how great a thing it is, how great things are to be gained by it, what a thing to be in the mouth of Fame, that at last the idea has grown so monstrously beyond my seeming power of attainment, that the other day I nearly con- sented with myself to drop into a Phaethon. Yet 'tis a disgrace to fail, even in a huge attempt ; and at this moment I drive the thought from me. I began my poem about a fortnight since, and have done some every day, except travelling ones. Perhaps I may have done a good deal for the time, but it appears such a pin's point to me, that T will not copy any out. When I consider that so many of these pin-points go to form a bodkin- point (God send I end not my life with a bare bodkin, in its modern sense !), and that it requires a thousand bodkins to make a spear bright enough to throw any light to posterity, I see nothing but continual uphill journeying. Now is there anything more unpleasant (it may come among the thousand and one) than to be so journeying and to miss the goal at last ? But I intend to whistle all these cogitations into the sea, where I hope they will breed storms violent enough to block up all exit from Russia. Does Shelley go on telling strange stories of the deaths of kings I 1 Tell him, there are strange stories of the deaths of poets. Some have died before they were conceived. "How do you make that out, Master Vellum?" Does Mrs. S. cut bread and butter as neatly 1 Alluding to the well-known story of Shelley dismaying an old lady in a stage-coach by suddenly, d propos of nothing, crying out to Leigh Hunt in the words of Richard II., " For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground," etc. 1817] TO HAYDON 13 as ever 1 Tell her to procure some fatal scissors, and cut the thread of life of all to-be-disappoiuted poets. Does Mrs. Hunt tear linen as straight as ever 1 Tell her to tear from the book of life all blank leaves. Remember me to them all ; to Miss Kent and the little ones all. Your sincere Friend JOHN KEATS alias JUNKETS. You shall hear where we move. X. TO BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON. Margate, Saturday Eve [May 10, 1817]. My dear Haydon, " Let Fame, that all pant after in their lives, Live register' d upon our brazen tombs, And so grace us in the disgrace of death : When spite of cormorant devouring Time The endeavour of this present breath may buy That Honour which shall bate his Scythe's keen edge And make us heirs of all eternity." x To think that I have no right to couple myself with you in this speech would be death to me, so I have e'en written it, and I pray God that our " brazen tombs " be nigh neighbours. It cannot bo long first ; the " endea- vour of this present breath " will soon be over, and yet it is as well to breathe freely during our sojourn it is as well as if you have not been teased with that Money affair, that bill-pestilence. However, I must think that difficulties nerve the Spirit of a Man they make our Prime Objects a Refuge as well .as a Passion. The Trumpet of Fame is as a tower of Strength, the ambitious bloweth it and is safe. I suppose, by your telling me not to give way to forebodings, George has mentioned to you what I have lately said in my Letters to him truth is I have been in such a state of Mind as to read over my Lines and hate them. I am one that "gathers Samphire, dreadful trade" the Cliff of Poesy towers above me yet when Tom who meets with some of Pope's 1 Opening speech of the King in Love's Labour's Lost. 14 LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1817 Homer in Plutarch's Lives reads some of those to me they seem like Mice to mine. I read and write about eight hours a day. There is an old saying " well begun is half done" 'tis a bad one. I would use instead, " Not begun at all till half done ;" so according to that I have not begun my Poem and consequently (a priori) can say nothing about it. Thank God ! I do begin arduously where I leave off, notwithstanding occasional depressions ; and I hope for the support of a High Power while I climb this little eminence, and especially in my Years of more momentous Labour. I remember your saying that you had notions of a good Genius pre- siding over you. I have of late had the same thought, for things which I do half at Random are afterwards confirmed by my judgment in a dozen features of Pro- priety. Is it too daring to fancy Shakspeare this PresideH When in the Isle of Wight I met with a Shakspeare in the Passage of the House at which I lodged it comes nearer to my idea of him than any I have seen I was but there a Week, yet the old woman made me take it with me though I went off in a hurry. Do you not think this is ominous of good ? I. am glad you say every man of great views is at times tormented as I am. Sunday after [May 11]. This Morning I received a letter from George by which it appears that Money Troubles are to follow us up for some time to come perhaps for always these vexations are a great hindrance to one they are not like Envy and detraction stimulants to further exertion as being immediately relative and reflected on at the same time with the prime object but rather like a nettle leaf or two in your bed. So now I revoke my Promise of finishing my Poem by the Autumn which I should have done had I gone on as I have done but I cannot write while my spirit is fevered in a contrary direction and I am now sure of having plenty of it this Summer. At this moment I am in no enviable Situation I feel that 1817] TO HAYDON 15 I am not in a Mood to write any to-day ; and it appears that the loss of it is the beginning of all sorts of irregu- larities. I am extremely glad that a time must come when everything will leave not a wrack behind. You tell me never to despair I wish it was as easy for me to observe the saying truth is I have a horrid Morbidity of Temperament which has shown itself at intervals it is I have no doubt the greatest Enemy and stumbling- block I have to fear I may even say that it is likely to be the cause of my disappointment. However every ill has its share of good this very bane would at any time enable me to look with an obstinate eye on the Devil Himself aye to be as proud of being the lowest of the human race as Alfred could be in being of the highest. I feel confident I should have been a rebel angel had the opportunity been mine. I am very sure that you do love me as your very Brother I have seen it in your continual anxiety for me and I assure you that your welfare and fame is and will be a chief pleasure to me all my Life. I know no one but you who can be fully sensible of the turmoil and anxiety, the sacrifice of all what is called comfort, the readiness to measure time by what is done and to die in six hours could plans be brought to con- clusions the looking upon the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, the Earth and its contents, as materials to form greater things that is to say ethereal things but here I am talking like a Madman, greater things than our Creator himself made ! ! I wrote to Hunt yesterday scarcely know what I said in it. I could not talk about Poetry in the way I should have liked for I was not in humor with either his or mine. His self-delusions are very lamentable they have enticed him into a Situation which I should be less eager after than that of a galley Slave what you observe thereon is very true must be in time. Perhaps it is a self-delusion to say so but I think I could not be deceived in the manner that Hunt is may I die to-morrow if I am to be. There is no greater 16 LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1817 Sin after the seven deadly than to flatter oneself into an idea of being a great Poet or one of those beings who are privileged to wear out their Lives in the pursuit of Honor how comfortable a feel it is to feel that such a Crime must bring its heavy Penalty 1 That if one be a Self-deluder accounts must be balanced 1 I am glad you are hard at Work 't will now soon be done I long to see Wordsworth's as well as to have mine in: 1 but I would rather not show my face in Town till the end of the Year if that will be time enough if not I shall be disappointed if you do not write for me even when you think best. I never quite despair and I read Shakspearc indeed I shall I think never read any other Book much. Now this might lead me into a long Confab but I desist. I am very near agreeing with Hazlitt that Shakspeare is enough for us. By the by what a tremendous Southean article his last was I wish he had left out " grey hairs." It was very gratifying to meet your remarks on the manuscript I was reading Anthony and Cleopatra when I got the Paper and there are several Passages applicable to the events you commentate. You say that he arrived by degrees and not by any single struggle to the height of his ambition and that his Life had been as common in particulars as other Men's. Shakspeare makes Eno- barb say Where's Antony ? Eros. He's walking in the garden, and spurns The rush that lies before him ; cries, Fool, Lepidus ! Let determined things To destiny hold unbewailed their way. Dolabella says of Anthony's Messenger, An argument that he is pluck'd when hither He sends so poor a pinion of his wing. Then again 1 I.e., their likenesses, as introduced by Haydon into his pic- ture of Christ's Entry into Jerusalem. 1817] TO TAYLOR AND HESSEY 17 Eno. I see Men's Judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. The following applies well to Bertrand l Yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen Lord, Does conquer him that did his Master conquer, And earns a place i' the story. But how differently does Buonaparte bear his fate from Anthony ! 'Tis good, too, that the Duke* of Wellington has a good Word or so in the Examiner. A Man ought to have the Fame he deserves and I begin to think that detracting from him as well as from Wordsworth is the same thing. I wish he had a little more taste and did not in that respect " deal in Lieutenantry." You should have heard from me before this but in the first place I did not like to do so before I had got a little way in the First Book, and in the next as G. told me you were going to write I delayed till I had heard from you. Give my Respects the next time you write to the North and also to John Hunt. Remember me to Reynolds and tell him to write. Ay, and when you send Westward tell your Sister that I mentioned her in this. So now in the name of Shakspeare, Raphael and all our Saints, I com- mend you to the care of heaven ! Your everlasting Friend JOHN KEATS. XI. TO MESSRS. TAYLOR AND HESSEY. Margate, May 16, 1817. My dear Sirs I am extremely indebted to you for your liberality in the shape of manufactured rag, value .20, and shall immediately proceed to destroy some of the minor heads of that hydra the dun ; to conquer which the knight need have no Sword Shield Cuirass, Cuisses Herbadgeon Spear Casque Greaves Paldrous spurs Chev- 1 General Bertraud, who followed Napoleon to St. Helena. 18 LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS ' [1817 ron or any other scaly commodity, but he need only take the Bank-note of Faith and Cash of Salvation, and set out against the monster, invoking the aid of no Archimago or Urgancla, but finger me the paper, light as the Sibyl's leaves in Virgil, whereat the fiend skulks off with his tail between his legs. Touch him with this enchanted paper, and he whips you his head away as fast as a snail's horn but then the horrid propensity he has to put it up again has discouraged many very valiant Knights. He is such a never-ending still-beginning sort of a body like my landlady of the Bell. I should conject- ure that the very spright that "the green sour ringlets makes Whereof the ewe not bites " had manufactured it of the dew fallen on said sour ringlets. I think I could make a nice little allegorical poem, called " The Dun," where we would have the Castle of Carelessness, the drawbridge of credit, Sir Novelty Fashion's expedition against the City of Tailors, etc. etc. I went day by day at my poem for a Month at the end of which time the other day I found my Brain so over-wrought that I had neither rhyme nor reason in it so was obliged to give up for a few days. I hope soon to be able to resume my work I have endeavoured to do so once or twice ; but to no purpose. Instead of Poetry, I have a swimming in my head and feel all the effects of a Mental debauch, lowness of Spirits, anxiety to go on without the power to do so, which does not at all tend to my ultimate pro- gression. However to-morrow I will begin my next month. This evening I go to Canterbury, having got tired of Margate. I was not right in my head when I came At Canterbury I hope the remembrance of Chaucer will set me forward like a Billiard Ball. I am glad to hear of Mr. T.'s health, and of the welfare of the " In-town-stayers." And think Reynolds will like his Trip I have some idea of seeing the Continent some time this summer. In repeating how sensible I am of your kindness, I remain Y r obed* serv fc and friend JOHN KEATS. 1817] TO TAYLOR AND IIESSEY 19 I shall be happy to hear any little intelligence in the literary or friendly way when you have time to scribble. XII. TO MESSES. TAYLOR AND HESSEY. [London] Tuesday Morn [July 8, 1817]. My dear Sirs I must endeavour to lose my maiden- head with respect to money Matters as soon as possible And I will too So, here goes ! A couple of Duns that I thought would be silent till the beginning, at least, of next month (when I am certain to be on my legs, for certain sure), have opened upon me with a cry most "untuneable" never did you hear such tin-" gallant chiding." Now you must know, I am not desolate, but have, thank God, 25 good notes in my fob. But then, you know, I laid them by to write with and would stand at bay a fort- night ere they should grab me. In a month's time I must pay, but it would relieve my mind if I owed you, instead of these Pelican duns. I am afraid you will say I have "wound about with circumstance," Avhen I should have asked plainly how- ever as I said I am a little maidenish or so, and I feel my virginity come strong upon me, the while I request the loan of a 20 and a 10, which, if you would enclose to me, I would acknowledge and save myself a hot fore- head. I am sure you are confident of my responsibility, and in the sense of squareness that is always in me. Your obliged friend JOHN KEATS. XIII. TO MARIAN AND JANE REYNOLDS. Oxford, 1 September 5, 1817]. My dear Friends You are I am glad to hear comfort- able at Hampton, 2 where I hope you will receive the Biscuits we ate the other night at Little Britain. 3 I hope you found them good. There you are among sands, 1 On a visit to Benjamin Bailey at Magdalen Hall. '* Littlehaiupton. 3 Reynolds's family lived in Little Britain. 20 LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1817 stones, Pebbles, Beeches, Cliffs, Rocks, Deeps, Shallows, weeds, ships, Boats (at a distance), Carrots, Turnips, sun, moon, and stars and all those sort of things here am I among Colleges, halls, Stalls, Plenty of Trees, thank God Plenty of water, thank heaven Plenty of Books, thank the Muses Plenty of Snuff, thank Sir Walter Raleigh Plenty of segars, Ditto Plenty of flat country, thank Tellus's rolling-pin. I'm on the sofa Buonaparte is on the snuff-box But you are by the seaside argal, you bathe you walk you say "how beautiful" find out resemblances between waves and camels rocks and dancing-masters fireshovels and tele- scopes Dolphins and Madonas which word, by the way, I must acquaint you was derived from the Syriac, and came down in a way which neither of you I am sorry to say are at all capable of comprehending. But as a time may come when by your occasional converse with me you may arrive at " something like prophetic strain," I will unbar the gates of my pride and let my condescen- sion stalk forth like a ghost at the Circus. The word Ma-don-a, my dear Ladies or the word Mad Ona so I say ! I am not mad Howsumever when that aged Tamer Kewthon sold a certain camel called Peter to the overseer of the Babel Sky-works, he thus spake, adjusting his cravat round the tip of his chin "My dear Ten- story-up-in-air ! this here Beast, though I say it as shouldn't say't, not only has the power of subsisting 40 days and 40 nights without fire and candle but he can sing. Here I have in my Pocket a Certificate from Signer Nicolini of the King's Theatre; a Certificate to this effect " I have had dinner since I left that effect up- on you, and feel too heavy in mentibus to display all the Profundity of the Polygon so you had better each of you take a glass of cherry Brandy and drink to the health of Archimedes, who was of so benign a disposition that he never would leave Syracuse in his life So kept himself out of all Knight-Errantry. This I know to be a fact ; for it is written in the 45th book of Wiukiue's 1817] TO FANNY KEATS 21 treatise on garden-rollers, that he trod on a fish woman's toe in Liverpool, and never begged her pardon. Now the long and short is this that is by comparison for a long day may be a short year A long Pole may be a very stupid fellow as a man. But let us refresh ourself from this depth of thinking, and turn to some innocent jocularity the Bow cannot always be bent nor the gun always loaded, if you ever let it off and the life of man is like a great Mountain his breath is like a Shrewsbury cake he comes into the world like a shoeblack, and goes out of it like a cobbler he eats like a chimney-sweeper, drinks like a gingerbread baker and breathes like Achilles so it being that we are such sublunary creatures, let us endeavour to correct all our bad spelling all our most delightful abominations, and let us wish health to Marian and Jane, whoever they be and wherever. Yours truly JOHN KEATS. XIV. TO FANNY KEATS. Oxford, September 10 [1817]. My dear Fanny Let us now begin a regular question and answer a little pro and con ; letting it interfere as a pleasant method of my coming at your favorite little wants and enjoyments, that I may meet them in a way befitting a brother. We have been so little together since you have been able to reflect on things that I know not whether you prefer the History of King Pepin to Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress or Cinderella and her glass slipper to Moore's Almanack. However in a few Letters I hope I shall be able to come at that and adapt my scribblings to your Pleasure. You must tell me about all you read if it be only six Pages in a Week and this transmitted to me every now and then will procure you full sheets of Writing from me pretty frequently. This I feel as a necessity for we ought to become intimately acquainted, in order that I may not only, as you grow up love you as 22 LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1817 my only Sister, but confide in you as my dearest friend. When I saw you last I told you of my intention of going to Oxford and 'tis now a Week since I disembark'd from his Whipship's Coach the Defiance in this place. I am living in Magdalen Hall on a visit to a young Man with whom I have not been long acquainted, but whom I like very much we lead very industrious lives he in general Studies and I in proceeding at a pretty good rate with a Poem which I hope you will see early in the next year. Perhaps you might like to know what I am writing about. I will tell you. Many Years ago there was a young handsome Shepherd who fed his flocks on a Mountain's Side called Latmus he was a very contem- plative sort of a Person and lived solitary among the trees and Plains little thinking that such a beautiful Creature as the Moon was growing mad in Love with him. However so it was ; and when he was asleep on the Grass she used to come down from heaven and admire him excessively for a long time ; and at last could not refrain from carrying him away in her arms to the top of that high Mountain Latmus while he was a dreaming but I daresay you have read this and all the other beautiful Tales which have come down from the ancient times of that beautiful Greece. If you have not let me know and I will tell you more at large of others quite as delightful. This Oxford I have no doubt is the finest City in the world it is full of old Gothic buildings Spires towers Quadrangles Cloisters Groves, etc. , and is surrounded with more clear streams than ever I saw together. I take a Walk by the Side of one of them every Evening and, thank God, we have not had a drop of rain these many days. I had a long and interesting Letter from George, cross lines by a short one from Tom yesterday dated Paris. They both send their loves to you. Like most Englishmen they feel a mighty prefer- ence for everything English the French Meadows, the trees, the People, the Towns, the Churches, the Books, the everything although they may be in themselves 1817] TO FANNY KEATS 23 good : yet when put in comparison with our green Island they all vanish like Swallows in October. They have seen Cathedrals, Manuscripts, Fountains, Pictures, Tragedy, Comedy, with other things you may by chance meet with in this Country such as Washerwomen, Lamp- lighters, Turnpikemen, Fishkettles, Dancing Masters, Kettle drums, Sentry Boxes, Rocking Horses, etc. and, now they have taken them over a set of boxing-gloves. I have written to George and requested him, as you wish I should, to write to you. I have been writing very hard lately, even till an utter incapacity came on, and I feel it now about my head : so you must not mind a little out- of-the-way sayings though by the bye were my brain as clear as a bell I think I should have a little propensity thereto. I shall stop here till I have finished the 3d Book of my Story ; which I hope will be accomplish'd in at most three Weeks from to-day about which time you shall see me. How do you like Miss Taylor's essays in Rhyme I just look'd into the Book and it appeared to me suitable to you especially since I remember your liking for those pleasant little things the Original Poems the essays are the more mature production of the same hand. While I was speaking about France it occurred to me to speak a few Words on their Language it is per- haps the poorest one ever spoken since the jabbering in the Tower of Babel, and when you come to know that the real use and greatness of a Tongue is to be referred to its Literature you will be astonished to find how very in- ferior it is to our native Speech. I wish the Italian would supersede French in every school throughout the Country, for that is full of real Poetry and Romance of a kind more fitted for the Pleasure of Ladies than perhaps our own. It seems that the only end to be gained in acquiring French is the immense accomplishment of speaking it it is none at all a most lamentable mistake indeed. Italian indeed would sound most musically from Lips which had began to pronounce it as early as French is crammed down our Mouths, as if we were young Jack- 24 LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1817 daws at the mercy of an overfeeding Schoolboy. Now Fanny you must write soon and write all you think about, never mind what only let me have a good deal of your writing You need not do it all at once be two or three or four days about it, and let it be a diary of your little Life. You will preserve all my Letters and I will secure yours and thus in the course of time we shall each of us have a good Bundle which, hereafter, when things may have strangely altered and God knows what happened, we may read over together and look with pleasure on times past that now are to come. Give my Respects to the Ladies and so my dear Fanny I am ever Your most affectionate Brother JOHN. If you direct Post Office, Oxford your Letter will be brought to me. XV. TO JANE REYNOLDS. Oxford, Sunday Evg. [September 14, 1817]. My dear Jane You are such a literal translator, that I shall some day amuse myself with looking over some foreign sentences, and imagining how you would render them into English. This is an age for typical Curiosities ; and I would advise you, as a good speculation, to study Hebrew, and astonish the world with a figurative version in our native tongue. The Mountains skipping like rams, and the little hills like lambs, you will leave as far behind as the hare did the tortoise. It must be so or you would never have thought that I really meant you would like to pro and con about those Honeycombs no, I had no such idea, or, if I had, 'twould be only to tease you a little for love. So now let me put down in black and white briefly my sentiments thereon. Imprimis I sincerely believe that Imogen is the finest creature, and that I should have been disappointed at hearing you prefer Juliet Item Yet I feel such a yearning towards 1817] TO JANE REYNOLDS 25 Juliet that I would rather follow her into Pandemonium than Imogen into Paradise heartily wishing myself a Romeo to be worthy of her, and to hear the Devils quote the old proverb, " Birds of a feather flock together "- Amen. Now let us turn to the Seashore. Believe me, my dear Jane, it is a great happiness to see that you are in this finest part of the year winning a little enjoyment from the hard world. In truth, the great Elements we know of, are no mean comforters : the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown the Air is our robe of state the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it able, like David's harp, to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest cares of life. I have found in the ocean's music, varying (tho self-same) more than the passion of Timotheus, an enjoyment not to be put into words ; and, " though inland far I be," I now hear the voice most audibly while pleasing myself in the idea of your sensations. is getting well apace, and if you have a few trees, and a little harvesting about you, I'll snap my fingers in Lucifer's eye. I hope you bathe too if you do not, I earnestly recommend it. Bathe thrice a week, and let us have no more sitting up next winter. Which is the best of Shakspeare's plays'? I mean in what mood and with what accompaniment do you like the sea best 1 It is very fine in the morning, when the sun, " Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt sea streams," and superb when " The sun from meridian height Illumines the depth of the sea, And the fishes, beginning to sweat, Cry d it ! how hot we shall be," and gorgeous, when the fair planet hastens " To his home Within the Western foam." 26 LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS [1817 But don't you think there is something extremely fine after sunset, when there are a few white clouds about and a few stars blinking when the waters are ebbing, and the horizon a mystery? This state of things has been so fulfilling to me that I am anxious to hear whether it is a favourite with you. So when you and Marianne club your letter to me put in a word or two about it. Tell Dilke that it would be perhaps as well if he left a Pheasant or Partridge alive here and there to keep up a supply of game for next season tell him to rein in if Possible all the Nimrod of his disposition, he being a mighty hunter before the Lord of the Manor. Tell him to shoot fair, and not to have at the Poor devils in a furrow when they are flying, he may fire, and nobody will be the wiser. Give my sincerest respects to Mrs. Dilke, saying that I have not forgiven myself for not having got her the little box of medicine I promised, and that, had I re- mained at Hampstead I would have made precious havoc with her house and furniture drawn a great harrow over her garden poisoned Boxer eaten her clothes-pegs fried her cabbages fricaseed (how is it spelt 1 ?) her radishes -ragout'd her Onions belaboured her beat-root outstripped her scarlet-runners parlez-vous'd with her french-beans devoured her mignon or mignionette metamorphosed her bell-handles splintered her looking- glasses bullocked at her cups and saucers agonised her decanters put old Phillips to pickle in the brine-tub - disorr