Giving Delight new joys, And Pleasure nobler pinions: O where are thy dominions? Lend thine ear To a young Delian oath-aye, by thy soul, When every childish fashion Will I, grey gone in passion, Hymning and Harmony Of thee and of thy works, and of thy life; And wed with glimpses of futurity. For many years my offerings must be hushed; Sudden it came, And I was startled when I caught thy name Yet at the moment temperate was my blood- This I did at Hunt's, at his request. Perhaps I should have done something better alone and at home. I have sent my first book to the press, and this afternoon shall begin preparing the second. My visit to you will be a great spur to quicken the proceeding. I have not had your sermon returned. I long to make it the subject of a letter to you. What do they say at Oxford? I trust you and Gleig pass much fine time together. Remember me to him and Whitehead. My brother Tom is getting stronger, but his spitting of blood continues. I sat down to read "King Lear" yesterday, and felt the greatness of the thing up to the writing of a sonnet preparatory thereto in my next you shall have it. There were some miserable reports of Rice's health -I went, and lo! Master Jemmy had been to the play the night before, and was out at the time. He always comes on his legs like a cat. I have seen a good deal of Wordsworth. Hazlitt is lecturing on Poetry at the Surrey Institution. I shall be there next Tuesday. Your most affectionate friend, JOHN KEATS. The assumption, in the above lines, of Beauty being "the kernel" of Milton's love, rather accords with the opinion of many of Keats's friends, that at this time he had not studied "Paradise Lost," as he did afterwards. His taste would naturally have rather attracted him to those poems which Milton had drawn out of the heart of old mythology, "Lycidas" and "Comus;" and those "two exquisite jewels, hung, as it were, in the ears of antiquity," the "Penseroso" and "Allegro," had no doubt been well enjoyed; but his full appreciation of the great Poem was reserved for the period which produced "Hyperion" as clearly under Miltonic influence, as "Endymion" is imbued with the spirit of Spenser, Fletcher, and Ben Jonson. From a letter to Mr. Reynolds. HAMPSTEAD, Jan. 31st, 1818. Now I purposed to write to you a serious poetical letter, but I find that a maxim I met with the other day is a just one: "On cause mieux quand on ne dit pas causons. I was hindered, however, from my first intention by a mere muslin handkerchief, very neatly pinned-but "Hence, vain deluding," &c. Yet I cannot write in prose; it is a sunshiny day and I cannot, so here goes. There's a beverage brighter and clearer. Instead of a pitiful rummer, My wine overbrims a whole summer; My bowl is the sky, And I drink at my eye, Till I feel in the brain A Delphian pain Then follow, my Caius! then follow: On the green of the hill We will drink our fill Of golden sunshine, Till our brains intertwine With the glory and grace of Apollo ! God of the Meridian, And of the East and West, To thee my soul is flown, And my body is earthward press'd. It is an awful mission, A terrible division; And leaves a gulph austere To be filled with worldly fear. Aye, when the soul is fled To high above our head, Is in an eagle's claws And is not this the cause Of madness?-God of Song, Thou bearest me along Through sights I scarce can bare : O let me, let me share With the hot lyre and thee, The staid Philosophy. Temper my lonely hours, And let me see thy bow'rs My dear Reynolds, you must forgive all this ranting; but the fact is, I cannot write sense this morning; however, you shall have some. I will copy out my last sonnet. When I have fears that I may cease to be, &c. * I must take a turn, and then write to Teignmouth. Remember me to all, not excepting yourself. Your sincere friend, JOHN KEATS. MY DEAR REYNOLDS, HAMPSTEAD, Feb. 3, 1818. I thank you for your dish of filberts. Would I could get a basket of them by way of dessert every day for the sum of twopence (two sonnets on Robin Hood sent by the twopenny post). Would we were a sort of ethereal pigs, and turned loose to feed upon spiritual mast and acorns! which would be merely being a squirrel and feeding upon filberts; for what is a squirrel but an airy pig, or a filbert but a sort of archangelical acorn? About the nuts being * See the "Literary Remains." |