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 my 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. VIII. TO JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS. 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 placeSloping 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 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? 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 ivya 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. at Newport, I found this on the Window—“O 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 narvus—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 That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be mov'd for days from where it sometime fell, O ye! whose Ears are dinn'd with uproar rude, Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth, and brood April 18th. Will you have the goodness to do this? 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 themselves 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. Now 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, 66 Shall, for the vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee-" How can I help bringing to your mind the line- 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. 1 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, 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. 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? 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 66 '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. O 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. |