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? That if one be a Self-deluder accounts must be balanced? 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 Shakspeare --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 Enobarb say Where's Antony? Eros. He's walking in the garden, and spurns In the same scene we find— Let determined things To destiny hold unbewailed their way. Dolabella says of Anthony's Messenger, An argument that he is pluck'd when hither Then again 1 I.e., their likenesses, as introduced by Haydon into his picture of Christ's Entry into Jerusalem, Eno.-I see Men's Judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward To suffer all alike. The following applies well to Bertrand 1— Yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen Lord, Does conquer him that did his Master conquer, 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 commend you to the care of heaven! Your everlasting Friend JOHN KEATS. XI.- 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 Paldrons spurs Chev 1 General Bertrand, who followed Napoleon to St. Helena. 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 Urganda, 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 conjecture 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 progression. 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 Yr obedt servt and friend JOHN KEATS. I shall be happy to hear any little intelligence in the literary or friendly way when you have time to scribble. XII. TO MESSRS. TAYLOR AND HESSEY. [London] Tuesday Morn [July 8, 1817]. My dear Sirs-I must endeavour to lose my maidenhead 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 un-" 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 fortnight 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," when I should have asked plainly-however 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 forehead. 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. Oxf[ord,1 September 5, 1817]. My dear Friends-You are I am glad to hear comfortable at Hampton,2 where I hope you will receive the Biscuits we ate the other night at Little Britain. I hope you found them good. There you are among sands, 1 On a visit to Benjamin Bailey at Magdalen Hall. 2 Littlehampton. 3 Reynolds's family lived in Little Britain. 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 telescopes-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 condescension 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 Tenstory-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 Signor Nicolini of the King's Theatre; a Certificate to this effectI have had dinner since I left that effect upon 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 Winkine's |