Of thy wide heaven; yet, to my ardent prayer, Mr. Keats takes an opportunity, though with very different feelings towards the school than he has exhibited towards the one above-mentioned, to object to the morbidity that taints the productions of the Lake Poets. They might answer perhaps, generally, that they chuse to grapple with what is unavoidable, rather than pretend to be blind to it; but the more smiling Muse may reply, that half of the evils alluded to are produced by brooding over them; and that it is much better to strike at as many causes of the rest as possible, than to pretend to be satisfied with them in the midst of the most evident dissatisfaction. 1 Happy Poetry Preferred. These things are doubtless: yet in truth we've had A thousand willing agents to obey. And still she governs with the mildest sway: But strength alone though of the Muses born Is like a fallen angel; trees uptorn, Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres And thorns of life; forgetting the great end Of poesy, that it should be a friend To soothe the cares, and lift the thoughts of man. Hunt, it will be seen, took the liberty of compressing his quotation by silently omitting seven lines and piecing two fragments of lines. He continued the quotation for twenty-eight lines more: see pages 90 and 91. We conclude with the beginning of the paragraph which follows this passage, and which contains an idea of as lovely and powerful a nature in embodying an abstraction, as we ever remember to have seen put into words :Yet I rejoice: a myrtle fairer than E'er grew in Paphos, from the bitter weeds Lift's it's sweet head into the air, and feeds Upon the whole, Mr. Keats's book cannot be better described than in a couplet written by Milton when he too was young, and in which he evidently alludes to himself. It is a little luxuriant heap of Such sights as youthful poets dream II. FOUR SONNETS FROM LEIGH To JOHN KEATS. 'Tis well you think me truly one of those, Young Keats, a flowering laurel on your brow. Although it may not be strictly relevant, it will interest some readers to know that these sonnets are transcribed for the present appendix from Keats's own copy of Foliage; or Poems Original and Translated, by Leigh Hunt (1818), bearing upon the title-page, in Hunt's beautiful writing, the words "John Keats from his affectionate friend the Author." Keats gave the book to Miss Brawne ; and it is now in my possession. 1 Hunt notes "Charles C. C. [Cowden Clarke], a mutual friend.” ON RECEIVING A CROWN OF IVY FROM THE SAME. A crown of ivy! I submit my head To the young hand that gives it,-young, 'tis true, How pleasant the leaves feel! and how they spread ON THE SAME. It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind, Thus to be topped with leaves;-to have a sense Of natural good befitting such desires, 346 FOUR SONNETS FROM LEIGH HUNT'S FOLIAGE. TO THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE Green little vaulter in the sunny grass One to the fields, the other to the hearth, Both have your sunshine; both though small are strong 30th December, 1816. |