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Courthope. Bacon R. W. Church. Coleridge H. D. Traill. Sir Philip Sidney... J. A. Symonds. Keats Sidney Colvin. i2mo, Cloth, 75 cents per volume. Other volumes in preparation. Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. r* Any of the above works will be sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part ef the United States or Canadi, on receipt 0/ the price. PEEFACE. With the name of Keats that of his first biographer, the late Lord Houghton, must always justly remain associated. But while the sym- pathetic charm of Lord Houghton's work will keep it fresh, as a rec- ord of the poet's life it can no longer be said to be sufficient. Since the revised edition of the Life and Letters appeared in 1867, other students and lovers of Keats have been busy, and much new infor- mation concerning him been brought to light, while of the old infor- mation some has been proved mistaken. No connected account of Keats's life and work, in accordance with the present state of knowl- edge, exists, and I have been asked to contribute such an account to the present series. I regret that lack of strength and leisure has so long delayed the execution of the task entrusted to me. The chief authorities and printed texts which I have consulted (besides the original editions of the Poems) are the following : 1. Lord Byron and some of his Contemporaries. By Leigh Hunt. London, 1828. 2. The Life of Percy Bysshe Shelley. By Thomas Medwin. 2 vols., London, 1847. 3. Life, Letters, and Literary Remains of John Keats. Edited by Richard Monckton Milnes. 2 vols., London, 1848. 4. Life of Benjamin Robert Haydon. Edited and compiled by Tom Taylor. Second Edition. 3 vols., London, 1853. 5. The Autobiography of Leigh Hunt, with Reminiscences of Friends and Contemporaries. 3 vols., London, 1850. 6. The Poetical Works of John Keats. With a Memoir by Rich- ard Monckton Milnes. London, 1854. 7. The Autobiography of Leigh Hunt. [Revised edition, edited by Thornton Hunt.] London, 1860. 8. The Vicissitudes of Keats's Fame : an article by Joseph Severn in the Atlantic Monthly Magazine for 1863 (vol. xi., p. 401). 9. The Life and Letters of John Keats. By Lord Houghton. New Edition, London, 1867. 10. Recollections of John Keats : an article by Charles Cowden Clarke in the Gentleman's Magazine for 1874 (N.S., vol. xii., p. 177). Afterwards reprinted with modifications in Recollections of Writers, by Charles and Mary Cowden Clarke. Loudon, 1878. M822285 vi PREFACE. 11. The Papers of a Critic. Selected from the writings of the late Charles Wentworth Dilke. With a biographical notice by Sir Charles Wentworth Dilke, Bart., M.P. 2 vols., London, 1875. 12. Benjamin Robert Haydon : Correspondence and Table-Talk. With a Memoir by Frederic Wordsworth Haydon. 2 vols., London, 1876. 13. The Poetical Works of John Keats, chronologically arranged and edited, with a memoir, by Lord Houghton [Aldine edition of the British Poets]. London, 1876. 14. Letters of John Keats to Fanny Brawne, with Introduction and Notes by Harry Buxton Forman. London, 1878. A biographer cannot ignore these letters now that they are pub- lished ; but their publication must be regretted by all who hold that human respect and delicacy are due to the dead no less than to the livimr, and to genius no less that to obscurity. 15T The Poetical Works and other Writings of John Keats. Ed- ited, with notes and appendices, by Harry Buxton Forman. 4 vols., London, 1883. In this edition, besides the texts reprinted from the first editions, all the genuine letters and additional poems published in 8, 6, 9, 13, and 14 of the above are brought together, as well as most of the biographical notices contained in 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 10, and 12; also_ a series of previously unpublished letters of Keats to his sister ; with a great amount of' valuable illustrative and critical material besides. Except for a few errors, which I shall have occasion to point out, Mr. Forman's work might for the purpose of the student be final, and I have necessarily been indebted to it at every turn. 16. The Letters and Poems of John Keats. Edited by John Gil- mer Speed. 3 vols., New York, 1883. 17. The Poetical Works of John Keats. Edited by William T. Arnold. London, 1884. The Introduction to this edition contains the only attempt with which I am acquainted at an analysis of the formal elements of Keats's style. 18. An ^Esculapian Poet — John Keats: an article by Dr. B. W. Richardson in the Asclepiad for 1884 (vol. i., p. 134). 19. Notices and correspondence concerning Keats which have ap- peared at intervals during a number of years in the Athenceum. In addition to printed materials I have made use of the following unpriuted, viz. : I. Houghton MSS. Under this title I refer to the contents of an album from the library at Fryston Hall, in which the late Lord Houghton bound up a quantity of the materials he had used in the preparation of the Life and Letters, as well as of correspondence con- cerning Keats addressed to him both before and after the publication of his book. The chief contents are the manuscript memoir of Keats by Charles Brown, which was offered by the writer in vain to Galig- nani, and I believe other publishers; transcripts by the same hand' of a few of Keats's poems; reminiscences or brief memoirs of the PREFACE. vii poet by bis friends Charles Cowden Clarke (the first draft of the paper above cited as No. 10), Henry Stephens, George Felton Matthew, Joseph Severn, and Benjamin Bailey ; together with letters from all the above, from John Hamilton Reynolds, and several others. For the use of this collection, without which my work must have been at- tempted to little purpose, I am indebted to the kindness of its owner, the present Lord Houghton. II. "Woodhouse MSS. A. A common-place book, in which Richard Woodhouse, the friend of Keats and of his publishers, Messrs. Taylor & Hessey, transcribed — as would appear from internal evidence, about midsummer 1819 — the chief part of Keats's poems at that date unpublished. The transcripts are in many cases made from early drafts of the poems ; some contain gaps which Woodhouse has filled up in pencil from later drafts, to others are added corrections, or suggestions for corrections, some made in the hand of Mr. Taylor and some in that of Keats himself. III. Woodhouse MSS. B. A note-book in which the same Wood- house has copied — evidently for Mr. Taylor, at the time when that gentleman was meditating a biography of the poet — a number of letters addressed by Keats to Mr. Taylor himself, to the transcriber, to Reynolds and his sisters, to Rice and Bailey. Three or four of these letters, as well as portions of a few others, are unpublished. Both the volumes last named were formerly the property of Mrs. Taylor, the widow of the publisher, and are now my own. A third manuscript volume by Woodhouse, containing personal notices and recollections of Keats, was unluckily destroyed in the fire at Messrs. Kegan Paul & Co.'s premises in 1883. A copy of Endymion, anno- tated by the same hand, has been used by Mr. Forman in his edition (above, No. 15). IV. Severs MSS. The papers and correspondence left by the late Joseph Severn, containing materials for what should be a valuable biography, have been put into the hands of Mr. William Sharp, to be edited and published at his discretion. In the meantime Mr. Sharp has been so kind as to let me have access to such parts of them as relate to Keats. The most important single piece, an essay on "The Vicissitudes of Keats's Fame," has been printed already in the Atlantic Monthly (above, No. 8), but in the remainder I have found many interesting details, particularly concerning Keats's voy- age to Italy and life at Rome. V. Rawlings v. Jennings. When Keats's maternal grandfather, Mr. John Jennings, died in 1805, leaving property exceeding the amount of the specific bequests under his will, it was thought neces- sary that his estate should be administered by the Court of Chancery, and with that intent a friendly suit was brought in the names of his daughter and her second husband (Frances Jennings, m. 1st Thomas Keats and 2d William Rawlings) against her mother and brother, who were the executors. The proceedings in this suit are referred to under the above title. They are complicated and voluminous^ ex- tending over a period of twenty years, and my best thanks are due viii FREFACE. to Mr. Ralph Thomas, of 27 Chancery Lane, for his friendly pains in searching through and making abstracts of them. For help and information, besides what has been above acknowl- edged, I am indebted first and foremost to my friend and colleague, Mr. Richard Garnett ; and next to the poet's surviving sister, Mrs. Llanos ; to Sir Charles Dilke, who lent me the chief part of his valu- able collection of Keats's books and papers (already well turned to account by Mr. Forman); to Dr. B. W. Richardson and the Rev. R. R. Hadden. Other incidental obligations will be found acknowl- edged in the footnotes. Among essays on and reviews of Keats's work I need only refer in particular to that by the late Mrs. F. M. Owen (Keats : A Study, London, 1876). In its main outlines, though not in details, I accept and have followed this lady's interpretation of Endymion. For the rest every critic of Modern English poetry is of necessity a critic of Keats. The earliest, Leigh Hunt, was one of the best ; and to name only a few among the living — where Mr. Matthew Arnold, Mr. Swin- burne, Mr. Lowell, Mr. Palgrave, Mr. W. M. Rossetti, Mr. W. B. Scott, Mr. Roden Noel, Mr. Theodore Watts, have gone before, for one who follows to be both original and just is not easy. In the following pages I have not attempted to avoid saying over again much that in substance has been said already, and doubtless better, by others : by Mr. Matthew Arnold and Mr. Palgrave especially. I doubt not but they will forgive me ; and at the same time I hope to have contrib- uted something of my own towards a fuller understanding both of Keats's art and life. CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. Birth and Parentage. — School Life at Enfield. — Life as Surgeon's Apprentice at Edmonton. — Awakening to Poetry. — Life as Hospi- tal Student in London. [1795-1817.] Page 1 CHAPTER II. Particulars of Early Life in London.— Friendships and First Poems. —Henry Stephens.— Felton Mathew. — Cowden Clarke.— Leigh Hunt: his literary and personal influence. — John Hamilton Reyn- olds.— James Rice.— Cornelius Webb.— ^helley^— Haydon.— Jo- seph Severn. — Charles Wells. — Other acquaintances. — Determina- tion to publish. [1814— April, 1817.] . 18 CHAPTER III. The "Poems" of 1817 50 CHAPTER IV. Excursion to Isle of Wight, Margate, and Canterbury.— Summer at Hampstead.— New friends: Dilke, Brown, Bailey.— With Bailey at Oxford.— Return : Old Friends at Odds.— JBurford Bridge.— Win- ter at Hampstead.— Wordsworth, Lamb, Hazlitt.— Poetical Activ- ity.— Spring at Teignmouth. — Studies and Anxieties. — Marriage and Emigration of George Keats. [April, 1817 — May, 1818.]. 67 CHAPTER V. Endymion . . . .' 92 1* x . CONTENTS. CHAPTER VI. Northern Tour.— The Blackwood and Quarterly Reviews. — Death of Tom Keats. — Removal to Wentworth Place.— Fanny Brawne. — Ex- cursion to Chichester.— Absorption in Love and Poetry. — Haydon and Money Difficulties. — Family Correspondence. — Darkening Pros- pects. — Summer at Shanklin and Winchester. — Wise Resolutions. — Return from Winchester. [June, 1818— October, 1819.] . Page 110 CHAPTER VIL Isabella.— Hyperion.— TJie Eve of St. Agnes.— The Eve of St. Mark.— La Belle Dame Sans Merei— Lamia.— The Odes.— The Plays .145 CHAPTER VIII. Return to Wentworth Place.— Autumn occupations: The ^ Cap and Jlells; Recast of Hyperion. — Growing despondency. — Visit of George Keats to England.— Attack of illness in February.— Rally in the Spring. — Summer in Kentish Town. — Publication of the Lamia volume.— Relapse.— Ordered South.— Voyage to Italy, Na- ples, Rome.— Last Days and Death. [October, 1819 — February, 1821.] 1V8 CHAPTER IX. Character and Genius 207 c, APPENDIX 219 KEATS. CHAPTER I. Birth and Parentage.-School Life at Enfield.— Life as Surgeon's Apprentice at Edmonton.— Awakening to Poetry.— Life as Hospi- tal Student in London [1795—1817]. Science may one day ascertain the laws of distribution and descent which govern the births of genius, but in the meantime a birth like that of Keats presents to the ordi- nary mind a striking instance of nature's inscrutability. If we consider the other chief poets of the time, we can commonly recognize either some strain of power in their blood or some strong inspiring influence in the scenery and traditions of their home. Thus we see Scott prepared alike by his origin, associations, and circumstances to be the " minstrel of his clan " and poet of the romance of the border wilds ; while the spirit of the Cumbrian hills, and the temper of the generations bred among them, speak naturally through the lips of Wordsworth. Byron seems inspired in literature by demons of the same fro ward brood that had urged others of his lineage through lives of adventure or of crime. But Keats, with instincts and faculties more purely poetical than any of these, was par- adoxically born in a dull and middling walk of English city life ; and " if by traduction came his mind "—to quote 2 KEATS. [chap. Dryden with a difference — it was through channels too obscure for us to trace. His father, Thomas Keats, was a west-country lad who came young to London, and while still under twenty held the place of head ostler in a livery- stable kept by a Mr. John Jennings in Finsbury. Present- ly he married his employer's daughter, Frances Jennings; and Mr. Jennings, who was a man of substance, retiring about the same time to live in the country, at Ponder's End, left the management of the business in the hands of his son-in-law. The young couple lived at the stable, at the sign of the Swan-and-Hoop, Finsbury Pavement, facing the then open space of Lower Moorfields. Here their el- dest child, the poet John Keats, was born prematurely on either the 29th or 31st of October, 1795. A second son, named George, followed on February 28, 1797; a third, Tom, on November 18, 1799 ; a fourth, Edward, who died in infancy, on April 28, 1801; and on the 3d of June, 1803, a daughter, Frances Mary. In the meantime the family had moved from the stable to a house in Craven Street, City Road, half a mile farther north. 1 In the gifts and temperament of Keats we shall find much that seems characteristic of the Celtic rather than the English nature. Whether he really had any of that blood in his veins we cannot tell. His father was a native either of Devon or of Cornwall, 2 and his mother's name, Jennings, is common in, but not peculiar to, Wales. There our evidence ends, and all that we know further of his pa- rents is that they were certainly not quite ordinary people. Thomas Keats was noticed in his life-time as a man of in- telligence and conduct — " of so remarkably fine a common sense and native respectability," writes Cowden Clarke, in whose father's school the poet and his brothers were 1 See Appendix, p. 219. 2 Ibid. i] BIRTH AND PARENTAGE. 3 brought up, " that I perfectly remember the warm terms in ■which his demeanour used to be canvassed by my parents after he had been to visit his boys." It is added that he resembled his illustrious son in person and feature, being of small stature and lively energetic countenance, with brown hair and hazel eyes. Of his wife, the poet's moth- er, we learn more vaguely that she was " tall, of good fig- ure, with large oval face, and sensible deportment ;" and again, that she was a lively, clever, impulsive woman, pas- sionately fond of amusement, and supposed to have hast- ened the birth of her eldest child by some imprudence. Her second son, George, wrote in after life of her and of her family as follows: "My grandfather [Mr. Jennings] was very well off, as his will shows, and but that he was extremely generous and gullible would have been affluent. I have heard my grandmother speak with enthusiasm of his excellencies, and Mr. Abbey used to say that he never saw a woman of the talents and sense of my grandmother, except my mother." And elsewhere : " My mother I dis- tinctly remember, she resembled John very much in the face, was extremely fond of him, and humoured him in every whim, of which he had not a few, she was a most excellent and affectionate parent, and as I thought a wom- an of uncommon talents.' 1 The mother's passion for her firstborn son was devotedly returned by him. Once as a young child, when she was ordered to be left quiet during an illness, he is said to have insisted on keeping watch at her door with an old sword, and allowing no one to go in. Haydon, an artist who loved to lay his colours thick, gives this anecdote of the sword a different turn : " He was, when an infant, a most violent and ungovernable child. At five years of age or thereabouts, he once got hold of a naked sword, and shut- 4 KEATS. [chap. ting the door swore nobody should go out. His mother wanted to do so, but he threatened her so furiously she be- gan to cry, and was obliged to wait till somebody through the window saw her position and came to the rescue." Another trait of the poet's childhood, mentioned also by Haydon, on the authority of a gammer who had known him from his birth, is that when he was first learning to speak, instead of answering sensibly, he had a trick of making a rhyme to the last word people said and then laughing. The parents were ambitious for their boys, and would have liked to send them to Harrow, but thinking this be- yond their means, chose the school kept by the Rev. John Clarke at Enfield. The brothers of Mrs. Keats had been educated here, and the school was one of good repute, and of exceptionally pleasant aspect and surroundings. Traces of its ancient forest character lingered long, and indeed lin- ger yet, about the neighbourhood of the picturesque small suburban town of Enfield, and the district was one espe- cially affected by City men of fortune for their homes. The school-house occupied by Mr. Clarke had been origi- nally built for a rich West-India merchant, in the finest style of early Georgian classic architecture, and stood in a pleasant and spacious garden at the lower end of the town. When, years afterwards, the site was used for a railway sta- tion, the old house was for some time allowed to stand ; but later it was taken down, and the facade, with its fine proportions and rich ornaments in moulded brick, was transported to the South Kensington Museum as a choice example of the style. Not long after Keats had been put to school he lost his father, who was killed by a fall from his horse as he rode home at night from Southgate. This was on the 16th of i.] SCHOOL LIFE. 5 April, 1804. Within twelve months his mother had put off her weeds and taken a second husband — one William Rawlings, described as " of Moorgate, in the city of Lon- don, stable-keeper," presumably, therefore, the successor of her first husband in the management of her father's busi- ness. This marriage turned out unhappily. It was soon followed by a separation, and Mrs. Rawlings went with her children to live at Edmonton, in the house of her mother, Mrs. Jennings, who was just about this time left a widow. 1 In the correspondence of the Keats brothers after they were grown up no mention is ever made of their step- father, of whom, after the separation, the family seem to have lost all knowledge. The household in Church Street, Edmonton, was well enough provided for, Mr. Jennings having left a fortune of over £13,000, of which, in addi- tion to other legacies, he bequeathed a capital yielding £200 a year to his widow absolutely ; one yielding £50 a year to his daughter Frances Rawlings, with reversion to her Keats children after her death ; and £1000 to be sep- arately held in trust for the said children, and divided among them on their coming of age. 2 Between this home, then, and the neighbouring Enfield school, where he was in due time joined by his younger brothers, the next four or five years of Keats's boyhood (1806-1810) were passed in sufficient comfort and pleasantness. He did not live to attain the years, or the success, of men who write their reminiscences ; and almost the only recollec- tions he has left of his own early days refer to holiday times in his grandmother's house at Edmonton. They are conveyed in some rhymes which he wrote years afterwards, by way of foolishness, to amuse his young sister, and testify 1 John Jennings died March 8, 1805. 2 Rawlings v. Jennings. See below, p. 137, and Appendix, p. 219. G KEATS. [chap. to a partiality, common also to little boys not of genius, for dabbling by the brookside— " In spite Of the might Of the Maid, Nor afraid Of his granny-good " — and for keeping small fishes in tubs. If we learn little of Keats's early days from his own lips, we have sufficient testimony as to the impression which he made on his school companions ; which was that of a boy all spirit and generosity, vehement both in tears and laughter, handsome, passionate, pugnacious, placable, lovable, a natural leader and champion among his fellows. But beneath this bright and mettlesome outside there lay deep in his nature, even from the first, a strain of painful sensibility, making him subject to moods of unreasonable suspicion and self-tormenting melancholy. These he was accustomed to conceal from all except his brothers, be- tween whom and himself there existed the very closest of fraternal ties. George, the second brother, had all John's spirit of manliness and honour, with a less impulsive dis- position and a cooler blood. From a boy he was the big- ger and stronger of the two ; and at school found himself continually involved in fights for, and not unfrequently with, his small, indomitably fiery elder brother. Tom, the youngest, was always delicate, and an object of protecting care as well as the warmest affection to the other two. The singularly strong family sentiment that united the three brothers extended naturally also to their sister, then a child; and in a more remote and ideal fashion to their uncle by the mother's side, Captain Midgley John Jen- L ] SCHOOL LIFE. 1 nings, a tall navy officer who had served with some dis- tinction under Duncan at Caraperdown, and who impressed the imagination of the boys, in those days of militant British valour by land and sea, as a model of manly prow- ess. 1 It may be remembered that there was a much more distinguished naval hero of the time who bore their own nam e— the gallant Admiral Sir Richard Godwin Keats of the Superb, afterwards governor of Greenwich Hospital ; and ho, like their father, came from the west-country, be- ing the son of a Bideford clergyman. But it seems clear that the family of our Keats claimed no connection with that of the Admiral. Here are some of George Keats's recollections, written after the death of his elder brother, and referring partly to their school-days and partly to John's character after he was grown up : « I loved him from boyhood, even when he wronged me, for the goodness of his heart and the nobleness of his spirit. Before we left school we quarrelled often and fought fiercely, and I can safely say, and my schoolfellows will bear witness, that John's temper was the cause of all, still we were more attached than brothers ever are. "From the time we were boys at school, where we loved, jangled, and fought alternately, until we separated in 1818, 1 in a great meas- ure relieved him by continual sympathy, explanation, and inexhausti- ble spirits and good humour, from many a bitter fit of hypochondri- asm. He avoided teazing any one with his miseries but Tom and myself, and often asked our forgiveness ; venting and discussing them gave him relief." Let us turn now from these honest and warm brotherly reminiscences to their confirmation in the words of two of Keats's school-friends ; and first in those of his junior, Ed- ward Holmes, afterwards author of the Life of Mozart : 1 Captain Jennings died October 8, 1808. B ' 8 KEATS. [chap. "Keats was in childhood not attached to books. His penchant was for fighting. He would fight any one — morning, noon, and night, his brother among the rest. It was meat and drink to him. . . . His favourites were few ; after they were known to fight readily he seem- ed to prefer them for a sort of grotesque and buffoon humour He was a boy whom any one, from his extraordinary vivacity and per- sonal beauty, might easily fancy would become great — but rather in some military capacity than in literature. You will remark that this taste came out rather suddenly and unexpectedly. ... In all active exercises he excelled. The generosity and daring of his character, with the extreme beauty and animation of his face, made, I remem- ber, an impression on me ; and being some years his junior, I was obliged to woo his friendship, in which I succeeded, but not till I had fought several battles. This violence and vehemence — this pugnacity and generosity of disposition— in passions of tears or out- rageous fits of laughter — always in extremes — will help to paint Keats in his boyhood. Associated as they were with an extraordi- nary beauty of person and expression, these qualities captivated the boys, and no one was more popular." ] Entirely to the same effect is the account of Keats given by a school friend seven or eight years older than himself, to whose appreciation and encouragement the world most likely owes it that he first ventured into poetry. This was the son of the master, Charles Cowden Clarke, who towards the close of a long life, during which he had de- served well of literature in more ways than one, wrote retrospectively of Keats : " He was a favourite with all. Not the less beloved was he for hav- ing a highly pugnacious spirit, which when roused was one of the most picturesque exhibitions — off the stage — I ever saw. . . . Upon one occasion, when an usher, on account of some impertinent behav- iour, had boxed his brother Tom's ears, John rushed up, put himself into the received posture of offence, and, it was said, struck the usher — who could, so to say, have put him in his pocket. His passion at 1 Houghton MSS. L ] SCHOOL LIFE. 9 times was almost ungovernable ; and his brother George, being con- siderably the taller and stronger, used frequently to hold him down by main force, laughing when John was ' in one of his moods,' and was endeavouring to beat him. It was all, however, a whisp-of-straw conflagration ; for he had an intensely tender affection for his broth- ers, and proved it upon the most trying occasions. He was not mere- ly the favourite of all, like a pet prize-fighter, for his terrier courage ; but his highmindedness, his utter unconsciousness of a mean motive, his placability, his generosity, wrought so general a feeling in his be- half that I never heard a word of disapproval from any one, superior t>r equal, who had known him." The same excellent witness records, in agreement with the last, that in his earlier school-days Keats showed no particular signs of an intellectual bent, though always or- derly and methodical in what he did. But during his last few terms, that is, in his fourteenth and fifteenth years, all the energies of his nature turned to study. He became suddenly and completely absorbed in reading, and would be continually at work before school-time in the morning and during play-hours in the afternoon ; could hardly be induced to join the school games, and never willingly had a book out of his hand. At this time he won easily all the literature prizes of the school, and, in addition to his proper work, imposed on himself such voluntary tasks as the translation of the whole JEneid in prose. He devoured all the books of history, travel, and fiction in the school library, and was forever borrowing more from the friend who tells the story. " In my mind's eye I now see him at supper, sitting back on the form from the table, holding the folio volume of Burnet's 'History of his Own Time' between himself and the table, eating his meal from beyond it. This work, and Leigh Hunt's ' Examiner '—which my father took in, and I used to lend to Keats— no doubt laid the foundation of his love of civil and religious liberty." 10 KEATS. [chap. Bat the books which Keats read with the greatest eager- ness of all were books of ancient mythology, and he seemed literally to learn by heart the contents of Tookc's Panthe- on, Lempriere's Dictionary, and the school abridgment by Tindal of Spence's Polymetis — the first the most foolish and dull, the last the most scholarly and polite, of the vari- ous handbooks in which the ancient fables were presented in those days to the apprehension of youth. Trouble fell upon Keats in the midst of these ardent studies of his latter school-days. His mother had been for some time in failing health. First she was disabled by chronic rheumatism, and at last fell into a rapid consump- tion, which carried her off in February, 1810. We are told with what devotion her eldest boy attended her sick bed, — " he sat up whole nights with her in a great chair, would suffer nobody to give her medicine, or even cook her food, but himself, and read novels to her in her intervals of ease " — and how bitterly he mourned for her when she was gone — " he gave way to such impassioned and prolonged grief (hiding himself in a nook under the master's desk) as awakened the liveliest pity and sympathy in all who saw him." In the July following, Mrs. Jennings, being desirous to make the best provision she could for her orphan grand- children, "in consideration of the natural love and affection which she had for them," executed a deed putting them under the care of two guardians, to whom she made over, to be held in trust for their benefit from the date of the instrument, the chief part of the property which she derived from her late husband under his will. 1 The guardians were Mr. Rowland Sandell, merchant, and Mr. Ptichard Abbey, a wholesale tea-dealer in Pancras Lane. Mrs. Jennings sur- 1 Rawlings v. Jennings. See Appendix, p. 2 ID. i.] LIFE AS SURGEON'S APPRENTICE. 11 vived the execution of this deed more than four years, 1 but Mr. Abbey, with the consent of his co-trustee, seems at once to have taken up all the responsibilities of the trust. Un- der his authority John Keats was withdrawn from school at the close of this same year 1810, when he was just fif- teen, and made to put on harness for the practical work of life. With no opposition, so far as we learn, on his own part, he was bound apprentice for a term of five years to a surgeon at Edmonton named Hammond. The only pict- ure we have of him in this capacity has been left by R. II. Home, the author of Orion, who came as a small boy to the Enfield school just after Keats had left it. One day in winter Mr. Hammond had driven over to attend the school, and Keats with him. Keats was standing with his head sunk in a brown study, holding- the horse, when some of the boys, who knew his school reputation for pugnacity, dared Home to throw a snowball at him, which Home did, hitting Keats in the back, and then taking headlong to his heels, to his surprise got off scot free. 2 Keats during his apprenticeship used on his own account to be often to and fro between the Edmonton surgery and the Enfield school. His newly awakened passion for the pleasures of literature and the imagination was not to be stifled, and whenever he could spare time from his work, he plunged back into his school occupations of reading and translating. He finished at this time his translation of the xEneid, and was in the habit of walking over to Enfield once a week or oftener to see his friend Cowden Clarke, and to exchange books and " travel in 1 Mrs. Alice Jennings was buried at St. Stephen's, Coleman Street, December 19, 1814, aged 78. (Communication from the Rev. J. W. Pratt, M.A.) * I owe this anecdote to Mr. Gosse, who had it direct from Ilorne. 12 KEATS. [chap. the realms of gold" with him. In summer weather the two would sit in a shady arbour in the old school garden, the elder reading poetry to the younger, and enjoying his looks and exclamations of enthusiasm. On a momen- tous day for Keats, Cowden Clarke introduced him for the first time to Spenser, reading him the E})ithalamium in the afternoon, and lending him the Faerie Qiceene, to take away the same evening. It has been said, and trulypCltat ' no one who has not had the good fortune to be attracted to that poem in boyhood can ever completely enjoy it. The maturer student, appreciate as he may its inexhaustible beauties and noble temper, can hardly fail to be in some degree put out by its arbitrary forms of rhyme and diction, and wearied by its melodious redundance, he will perceive the perplexity and discontinuousness of the allegory, and the absence of real and breathing humanity, even the failure at times of clearness of vision and strength of grasp, amidst all that luxuriance of decorative and sym- bolic invention, and prodigality of romantic incident and detail. It is otherwise with the uncritical faculties and greedy apprehension of boyhood. For them there is no poetical revelation like the Faerie Queene, no pleasure equal to that of floating for the first time along that ever- buoyant stream of verse, by those shores and forests of enchantment, glades and wildernesses alive with glancing figures of knight and lady, oppressor and champion, mage and Saracen — with masque and combat, pursuit and rescue, the chivalrous shapes and hazards of the woodland, and beauty triumphant or in distress. Through the new world thus opened to him Keats went ranging with delight : " ramping " is Cowden Clarke's word ; he showed, moreover^ his own instinct for the poetical art by fastening with crit- ical enthusiasm on epithets of special felicity or power. i.] AWAKENING TO POETRY. 13 For instance, says his friend, " he hoisted himself up, and looked burly and dominant, as he said, 'What an image that is — sea-shouldering whales /' " Spenser has been oft- en proved not only a great awakener of the love of poetry in youth, but a great fertilizer of the germs of original poetical power where they exist; and Charles Brown, the most intimate friend of Keats during two later years of his life, states positively that it was to the inspiration of the Faerie Queene_ that his first notion of attempting to write was due. " Though born to be a poet, he was igno- rant of his birthright until he had completed his eighteenth year. It was the Faerie Queene that awakened his genius. In Spenser's fairy-land he was enchanted, breathed in a new world, and became another being; till, enamoured of the stanza, he attempted to imitate it, and succeeded. This account of the sudden development of his poetic powers I first received from his brothers, and afterwards from himself. This, his earliest attempt, the ' Imitation of Spenser,' is in his first volume of poems, and it is pecul- iarly interesting to those acquainted with his history." * Cowden Clarke places the attempt two years earlier, but his memory for dates was, as he owns, the vaguest, and we may fairly assume him to have been mistaken. After he had thus first become conscious within him- self of the impulse of poetical composition, Keats went on writino* occasional sonnets and other verses ; secretly and shyly at first like all young poets ; at least it was not until two years later, in the spring of \&}5 r that he showed any- thing he had written to his friend and confidant, Cowden Clarke. In the meantime a change had taken place in his way of life. In the summer or autumn of 1814, more 1 Houghton MSS. 14 KEATS. [chap. than a year before the expiration of his term of appren^ ticeship, he had quarrelled with Mr. Hammond and left him. The cause of their quarrel is not known, and Keats's own single allusion to it is when, once afterwards, speak- ing of the periodical change and renewal of the bodily tissues, he says, " Seven years ago it was not this hand which clenched itself at Hammond." It seems unlikely that the cause was any neglect of duty on the part of the poet-apprentice, who was not devoid of thoroughness and resolution in the performance even of uncongenial tasks. At all events Mr. Hammond allowed the indentures to be cancelled, and Keats, being now nearly nineteen years of age, went to live in London, and continue the study of his profession as a student at the hospitals (then for teach- ing purposes united) of St. Thomas's and Guy's. For the first winter and spring after leaving Edmonton he lodged alone at 8 Dean Street, Borough, and then for about a year, in company with some fellow-students, over a tallow- chandler's shop in St. Thomas's Street. Thence he went, in the summer of 1816, to join his brothers in lodgings in the Poultry, over a passage leading to the Queen's Head tavern. In the spring of 1817 they all three moved for a short time to 76 Chcapside. Between these several ad- dresses in London Keats spent a period of about two years and a half, from the date (which is not precisely fixed) of his leaving Edmonton, in 1814, until April, 1817. It was in this interval, from his nineteenth to his twenty- second year, that Keats gave way gradually to his growing passion for poetry. At first he seems to have worked steadily enough along the lines which others had marked out for him. His chief reputation, indeed, among his fel- low-students was that of a " cheerful, crotchety rhymester," much given to scribbling doggerel verses in his friends 1 i.] LIFE AS HOSPITAL STUDENT. 15 note-books. 1 Bat I have before me the MS. book in which he took down his own notes of a course, or at least the beginning of a course, of lectures on anatomy, and they are not those of a lax or inaccurate student. The only sio-ns of a wandering mind occur on the margins of one or two pages, in the shape of sketches (rather prettily touched) of pansies and other flowers ; but the notes them- selves are both full and close, as far as they qo. Poetry had indeed already become Keats's chief interest, but it is clear, at the same time, that he attended the hospitals and did his work regularly, acquiring a fairly solid knowledge, both theoretical and practical, of the rudiments of medical and surgical science, so that he was always afterwards able to speak on such subjects with a certain mastery. On the 26th of July, 1815, he passed with credit his examination as licentiate at Apothecaries' Hall. He was appointed a dresser at Guy's under Mr. Lucas on the 3d of March, 1816, and the operations which he performed or assisted in are said to have proved him no bungler. But his heart was not in the work. Its scientific part he could not feel to be a satisfying occupation for his thoughts ; he knew nothing of that passion of philosophical curiosity in the mechanism and mysteries of the human frame which by turns attracted Coleridge and Shelley towards the study of medicine. The practical responsibilities of the profession at the same time weighed upon him, and he was conscious of a kind of absent, uneasy wonder at his own skill. Voices and visions that he could not resist were luring his spirit 1 A specimen of such scribble, in the shape of a fragment of ro- mance narrative, composed in the sham Old-English of Rowley, and in prose, not verse, will be found in The Philosophy of Mystery, by W. C. Dendy (London, 1841), p. 99, and another, preserved by Mr. H. Stephens, in the Poetical Works, ed. Forman (1 vol., 1884), p. 558. 2 16 KEATS. [chap. along other paths, and once when Cowden Clarke asked him about his prospects and feelings in regard to his pro- fession, he frankly declared his own sense of his unfitness for it, with reasons such as this, that "the other day, during the lecture, there came a sunbeam into the room, and with it a whole troop of creatures floating in the ray ; and I was off with them to Oberon and fairy-land." " My last operation," he once told Brown, " was the opening of a man's temporal artery. I did it with the utmost nicety, but reflecting on what passed through my mind at the time, my dexterity seemed a miracle, and I never took up the lancet again." Keats at the same time was forming intimacies with other young men of literary tastes and occupations. His verses were beginning to be no longer written with a boy's secrecy, but freely addressed to and passed round among his friends; some of them attracted the notice and warm approval of writers of acknowledged mark and standing, and with their encouragement he had, about the time of his coming of age (that is in the winter of 1816-17), con- ceived the purpose of devoting himself to a literary life. We are not told what measure of opposition he encoun- tered on the point from Mr. Abbey, though there is evi- dence that he encountered some. 1 Probably that gentle- man regarded the poetical aspirations of his ward as mere symptoms of a boyish fever which experience would quick- ly cure. There was always a certain lack of cordiality in his relations with the three brothers as they grew up. He gave places in his counting-house successively to George and Tom as they left school, but they both quitted him after a while ; George, who had his full share of the fami- ly pride, on account of slights experienced or imagined at 1 See Appendix, p. 220. i.] LIFE AS HOSPITAL STUDENT. 1? the bands of a junior partner ; Tom in consequence of a settled infirmity of health which early disabled him for the practical work of life. Mr. Abbey continued to man- age the money matters of the Keats family — unskilfully enough, as will appear — and to do his duty by them as he understood it. Between him and John Keats there was never any formal quarrel. But that young brilliant spirit could hardly have expected a responsible tea-dealer's ap- proval when he yielded himself to the influences now to be described. CHAPTER II. Particulars of Early Life in London. — Friendships and First Poems. — Henry Stephens. — Felton Mathew. — Cowden Clarke. — Leigh Hunt: his literary and personal influence. — John Hamilton Reyn- olds. — James Rice.— Cornelius Webb. — Shelley. — Haydon. — Jo- seph Severn. — Charles Wells. — Other acquaintances. — Determina- tion to publish. [1814— April, 1817.] When Keats moved from Dean Street to St. Thomas's Street in the summer of 1815, he at first occupied a joint sitting-room with two senior students, to the care of one of whom he had been recommended by Astley Cooper. 1 When they left he arranged to live in the same house with two other students of his own age named George Wilson Mackereth and Henry Stephens. The latter, who was af- terwards a physician of repute near St. Albans, and later at Finchley, has left some interesting reminiscences of the time. 2 "He attended lectures," says Mr. Stephens of Keats, "and went through the usual routine, but he had no desire to excel in that pursuit. . . . Poetry was to his mind the zenith of all his aspirations — the only thing worthy the attention of superior minds — so he thought — all other pursuits were mean and tame. ... It may readily be imagined that this feeling was accompanied by a good 1 See C. L. Feltoe, Memorials of J. F. South (London, 1884), p. 81 Houghto: vol. i.,p. 134 2 Houghton MSS. See also Dr. B. W. Richardson in the Asclepiad, chap, il] HENRY STEPHENS— FELTON MATHEW. 19 deal of pride and some conceit, and that amongst mere medical students he would walk and talk as one of the gods might be supposed to do when mingling with mor- tals." On the whole, it seems " Little Keats " was popular among his fellow-students, although subject to occasional teasing on account of his pride, his poetry, and even his birth as the son of a stable-keeper. Mr. Stephens goes on to tell how he himself and a student of St. Bartholomew's, a merry fellow called Newmarch, having some tincture of poetry, were singled out as companions by Keats, with whom they used to discuss and compare verses, Keats tak- ing always the tone of authority, and generally disagreeing with their tastes. He despised Pope and admired Byron, but delighted especially in Spenser, caring more in poetry for the beauty of imagery, description, and simile than for the interest of action or passion. Newmarch used some- times to laugh at Keats and his flights — to the indignation of his brothers, who came often to see him, and treated him as a person to be exalted, and destined to exalt the family name. "Questions of poetry apart," continues Mr. Stephens, " he was habitually gentle and pleasant, and in his life steady and well-behaved — his absolute devotion to poetry prevented his having any other taste or indulging in any vice." Another companion of Keats's early Lon- don days who sympathized with his literary tastes was a certain George Felton Mathew, the son of a tradesman whose family showed the young medical student some hospitality. "Keats and I," wrote, in 1848, Mr. Mathew — then a supernumerary official on the Poor-Law Board, struggling meekly under the combined strain of a precari- ous income, a family of twelve children, and a turn for the interpretation of prophecy — " Keats and I, though about the same age, and both inclined to literature, were in many 20 KEATS. [chap. respects as different as two individuals could be. He en- joyed good health — a fine flow of animal spirits — was fond of company — could amuse himself admirably with the frivolities of life — and had great confidence in himself. I, on the other hand, was languid and melancholy — fond of repose — thoughtful beyond my years — and diffident to the last degree. ... He was of the sceptical and republican school — an advocate for the innovations which were mak- ing progress in his time — a fault-finder with everything es- tablished. I, on the other hand, hated controversy and dis- pute — dreaded discord and disorder" 1 — and Keats, our good Mr. Timorous farther testifies, was very kind and ami- able, always ready to apologize for shocking him. As to his poetical predilections, the impression left on Mr. Ma- thew quite corresponds with that recorded by Mr. Stephens : " He admired more the external decorations than felt the deep emotions of the Muse. He delighted in leading you through the mazes of elaborate description, but was less conscious of the sublime and the pathetic. He used to spend many evenings in reading to me, but I never ob- served the tears nor the broken voice which are indicative of extreme sensibility." The exact order and chronology of Keats's own first ef- forts in poetry it is difficult to trace. They were certainly neither precocious nor particularly promising. The cir- cumstantial account of Brown above quoted compels us to regard the lines In Imitation of Spenser as the earliest of all, and as written at Edmonton about the end of 1813 or beginning of 1814. They are correct and melodious, and contain few of those archaic or experimental eccentricities of diction which we shall find abounding a little later in Keats's work. Although, indeed, the poets whom Keats 1 Houghton MSSL ii.] FIRST POEMS. 21 loved the best, both first and last, were those of the Eliza- bethan age, it is clear that his own earliest verses were modelled timidly on the work of writers nearer his own time. His professedly Spenserian lines resemble not so mucli Spenser as later writers who had written in his meas- ure, and of these not the latest, Byron, 1 but rather such milder minstrels as Shenstone, Thomson, and Beattie, or most of all, perhaps, the sentimental Irish poetess Mrs. Tighe, whose Psyche had become very popular since her death, and by its richness of imagery, and flowing and musical versification, takes a place, now too little recognized, among the pieces preluding the romantic movement of the time. That Keats was familiar with this lady's work is proved by his allusion to it in the lines, themselves very youthfully turned in the tripping manner of Tom Moore, which he addressed about this time to some ladies who had sent him a present of a shell. His two elegiac stan- zas On Death, assigned by George Keats to the year 1814, are quite in an eighteenth-century style and vein of moral- izing. Equally so is the address To Hope of February, 1815, with its "relentless fair" and its personified abstrac- tions, " fair Cheerfulness," " Disappointment, parent of De- spair," " that fiend Despondence," and the rest. And once more in the ode To Apollo of the same date, the voice with which this young singer celebrates his Elizabethan masters is an echo not of their own voice but rather of Gray's : " Thou biddest Shakspeare wave his hand, And quickly forward spring 1 What, for instance, can be less Spenserian, and at the same time less Byronic, than — " For sure so fair a place was never seen Of all that ever charm'd romantic eye ?" 22 KEATS. [chap. The Passions — a terrific band — And each vibrates the string That with its tyrant temper best accords, While from their Master's lips pour forth the inspiring words. A silver trumpet Spenser blows, And, as its martial notes to silence flee, From a virgin chorus flows A hymn in praise of spotless Chastity. 'Tis still ! Wild warblings from the iEolian lyre Enchantment softly breathe, and tremblingly expire." The pieces above cited are all among the earliest of Keats's work, written either at Edmonton or during the first year of his life in London. To the same class no doubt be- longs the inexpert and boyish, almost girlish, sentimental sonnet To Byron, and probably that also, which is but a degree better, To Chatterton (both only posthumously printed). The more firmly handled but still mediocre son- net on Leigh Hunt's release from prison brings us again to a fixed date and a recorded occasion in the young poet's life. It was on either the 2d or the 3d of February, 1815, that the brothers Hunt were discharged, after serving out the term of imprisonment to which they had been con- demned on the charge of libelling the Prince Regent two years before. Young Cowden Clarke, like so many other friends of letters and of liberty, had gone to offer his re- spects to Leigh Hunt in Surrey jail, and the acquaintance thus begun had warmed quickly into friendship. Within a few days of Hunt's release, Clarke walked in from En- field to call on him (presumably at the lodging he occu- pied at this time in the Edge ware Road). On his return Clarke met Keats, who walked part of the way home with him, and as they parted, says Clarke, " he turned and gave me the sonnet entitled Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left prison. This I feel to be the first proof I had n.] FIRST POEMS— COWDEN CLARKE. 23 received of his having committed himself in verse; and how clearly do I recollect the conscious look and hesita- tion with which he offered it ! There are some momen- tary glances by beloved friends that fade only with life." Not long afterwards Cowden Clarke left Enfield, and came to settle in London. Keats found him out in his lodgings at Clerkenwell, and the two were soon meeting as often, and reading together as eagerly, as ever. One of the first books they attacked was a borrowed folio copy of Chapman's Homer. After a night's enthusiastic study, Clarke found, when he came down to breakfast the next morning, that Keats, who had only left him in the small hours, had already had time to compose and send him from the Borough the sonnet, now so famous as to be almost hackneyed, On First Looking into Chapman's Homer : " Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; Round many "Western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told, That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific— and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien." The date of the incident cannot be precisely fixed, but it was when nights were short in the summer of 1815. The seventh line of the sonnet is an after-thought : in the orig- inal copy sent to Cowden Clarke it stood more baldly, 2* C 24 KEATS. [chap. "Yet could I never tell what men might mean." Keats here for the first time approves himself a poet indeed. The concluding sestet is almost unsurpassed, nor can there be a finer instance of the alchemy of genius than the im- age of the explorer, wherein a stray reminiscence of school- boy reading (with a mistake, it seems, as to the name, which should be Balboa and not Cortez, but what does it matter?) is converted into the perfection of appropriate poetry. One of the next services which the ever zealous and affec- tionate Cowden Clarke did his young friend was to make him personally known to Leigh Hunt. The acquaintance carried with it in the sequel some disadvantages and even penalties, but at first was a source of unmixed encourage- ment and pleasure. It is impossible rightly to understand the career of Keats if we fail to realize the various modes in which it was affected by his intercourse with Hunt. The latter was the elder of the two by eleven years. He was the son, by marriage with an American wife, of an elo- quent and elegant, self-indulgent and thriftless fashionable preacher of West Indian origin who had chiefly exercised his vocation in the northern suburbs of London. Leigh Hunt was brought up at Christ's Hospital about a dozen years later than Lamb and Coleridge, and gained at sixteen some slight degree of precocious literary reputation with a volume of juvenile poems. A few years later he came into notice as a theatrical critic, being then a clerk in the War Office, an occupation which he abandoned at twenty- four (in 1808) in order to join his brother, John Hunt, in the conduct of the Examiner newspaper. For five years the managers of that journal helped to fight the losing battle of liberalism, in those days of Eldon and of Castle- reagh, with a dexterous brisk audacity, and a perfect sin- il] LEIGH HUNT. 25 cerity, if not profoundness, of conviction. At last they were caught tripping, and condemned to two years' im- prisonment for strictures ruled libellous, and really sting- ing as well as just, on the character and person of the Prince Regent. Leigh Hunt bore himself in his captivity with cheerful fortitude, and issued from it a sort of hero. Liberal statesmen, philosophers, and writers pressed to offer him their sympathy and society in prison, and his engag- ing presence and affluence of genial conversation charmed all who were brought in contact with him. Tall, straight, slender, and vivacious, with curly black hair, bright coal- black eyes, and " nose of taste," Leigh Hunt was ever one of the most winning of companions, full of kindly smiles and jests, of reading, gaiety, and ideas, with an infinity of pleasant things to say of his own, yet the most sympathet- ic and deferential of listeners. If in some matters he was far too easy, and especially in that of money obligations, which he shrank neither from receiving nor conferring — only circumstances made him nearly always a receiver — still men of sterner fibre than Hunt have more lightly abandoned graver convictions than his, and been far less ready to suffer for what they believed. Liberals could not but contrast his smiling steadfastness under persecu- tion with the apostasy, as in the heat of the hour they con- sidered it, of Southey, Wordsworth, and Coleridge. In domestic life no man was more amiable and devoted under difficulties, and none was better loved by his friends, or requited them, so far as the depth of his nature went, with a truer warmth and loyalty. His literary industry was in- cessant, hardly second to that of Southey himself. He had the liveliest faculty of enjoyment, coupled with a sin- gular quickness of intellectual apprehension for the points and qualities of what he enjoyed ; and for the gentler 26 KEATS. [chap. pleasures, graces, and luxuries (to use a word lie loved) of literature he is the most accomplished of guides and in- terpreters. His manner in criticism has at its best an easy penetration and flowing unobtrusive felicity most remote from those faults to which Coleridge and De Quincey, with their more philosophic powers and method, were subject, the faults of pedantry and effort. The infirmity of Leigh Hunt's style is of an opposite kind. " Incomparable," ac- cording to Lamb's well-known phrase, " as a fire-side com- panion," it was his misfortune to carry too much of the fire-side tone into literature, and to affect both in prose and verse, but much more in the latter, an air of chatty familiarity and ease which passes too easily into Cockney pertness. A combination of accidents, political, personal, and lit- erary, caused this writer of amiable memory and second- rate powers to exercise, about the time of which we are writing, a determining influence both on the work and the fortunes of stronger men. And first of his influence on their work. He was as enthusiastic a student of " our earlier and nobler school of poetry " as Coleridge or Lamb, and though he had more appreciation than they of the characteristic excellences of the " French school," the school of polished artifice and restraint which had come in since Dryden, he was not less- bent on its overthrow, and on the return of English poetry to the paths of nature and free- dom. But he had his own conception of the manner in which this return should be effected. He did not admit that Wordsworth with his rustic simplicities and his re- cluse philosophy had solved the problem. "It was his intention," he wrote in prison, " by the beginning of next year to bring out a piece of some length ... in which he would attempt to reduce to practice his own ideas of what ii.] LEIGH HUNT: HIS LITERARY INFLUENCE. 27 is natural in style, and of the various and legitimate har- mony of the English heroic." The result of this intention was the Story of Rimini, begun before his prosecution and published a year after his release, in February or March, 1816. "With the endeavour," so he repeated himself in the preface, " to recur to a freer spirit of versification, I have joined one of still greater importance — that of hav- ing, a free and idiomatic cast of language." In versification Hunt's aim was to bring back into use the earlier form of the rhymed English decasyllabic or "heroic" couplet. The innovating poets of the time had abandoned this form of verse (Wordsworth and Coleridge using it only in their earliest efforts, before 1796); while the others who still employed it, as Campbell, Rogers, Crabbe, and Byron, adhered, each in his manner, to the is- olated couplet and hammering rhymes with which the English ear had been for more than a century exclusively familiar. The two contrasted systems of handling the measure may best be understood if we compare the rhythm of a poem written in it to one of those designs in hangings or wall-papers which are made up of two differ- ent patterns in combination : a rigid or geometrical ground pattern, with a second flowing or free pattern winding in and out of it. The regular or ground pattern, dividing the field into even spaces, will stand for the fixed or strict- ly metrical divisions of the verse into equal pairs of rhym- ing lines ; while the flowing or free pattern stands for its other divisions — dependent not on metre but on the sense — into clauses and periods of variable length and struct- ure. Under the older system of versification the sentence or period had been allowed to follow its own laws, with a movement untrammelled by that of the metre; and the beauty of the result depended upon the skill and feeling 28 KEATS. [ CHAP . with which this free element of the pattern was made to play about and interweave itself with the fixed element, the flow and divisions of the sentence now crossing and now coinciding with those of the metre, the sense now drawing attention to the rhyme and now withholding it. For examples of this system and of its charm we have only to turn at random to Chaucer : " I-clothed was sche fresh for to devyse. Hir yelwe hair was browded in a tresse, Byhynde her bale, a yerde long, I gesse, And in the garden as the sonne upriste She walketh up and down, and as hir liste She gathereth floures, party white and reede, To make a sotil garland for here heede, And as an aungel hevenlyche sche song." Chaucer's conception of the measure prevails through- out the Elizabethan age, but not exclusively or uniform ly. Some poets are more inobservant of the metrical division than he, and keep the movement of their periods as inde- pendent of it as possible, closing a sentence anywhere rather than with the close of the couplet, and making use constantly of the enjambement, or way of letting the sense flow over from one line to another, without pause or em- phasis on the rhyme-word. Others show an opposite ten- dency, especially in epigrammatic or sententious passages, to clip their sentences to the pattern of the metre, fitting single propositions into single lines or couplets, and letting- the stress fall regularly on the rhyme. This principle gradually gained ground during the seventeenth century, as every one knows, and prevails strongly in the w^ork of Dryden. But Dryden has two methods. which he freely employs for varying the monotony of his couplets : in se- il] LEIGH HUNT: HIS LITERARY INFLUENCE. 29 rious narrative or didactic verse, the use of the triplet and the Alexandrine, thus: ' " Full bowls of wine, of honey, milk, and blood Were poured upon the pile of burning wood, And hissing flames receive, and hungry lick the food. Then thrice the mounted squadrons ride around The fire, and Arcite's name they thrice resound : ' Hail and f life well,' they shouted thrice amain, Thrice facing to the left, and thrice they turned again — " and in lively colloquial verse the use, not uncommon also with the Elizabethans, of disyllabic rhymes: " I come, kind gentlemen, strange news to tell ye ; I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly. Sweet ladies, be not frighted ; I'll be civil ; I'm what I was, a little harmless devil." In the hands of Pope, the poetical legislator of the fol- lowing century, these expedients are discarded, and the fixed and purely metrical element in the design is suffered to regulate and control the other element entirely, The sen- tence-structure loses its freedom, and periods and clauses, instead of being allowed to develop themselves at their ease, are compelled mechanically to coincide with and re- peat the metrical divisions of the verse. To take a famous instance, and from a passage not sententious, but fanciful and discursive : " Some in the fields of purest aether play, And bask and whiten in the blaze of day. Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high, Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refined, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot across the night, 30 KEATS. [chap. Or seek the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain." Leigh Hunt's theory was that Pope, with all his skill, had spoiled instead of perfecting his instrument, and that the last true master of the heroic couplet had been Dry- den, on whom the verse of Rimini is avowedly modelled. The result is an odd blending of the grave and the collo- quial cadences of Dryden, without his characteristic nerve and energy in either : " The prince, at this, would bend on her an eye Cordial enough, and kiss her tenderly ; Nor, to say truly, was he slow in common To accept the attentions of this lovely woman ; But the meantime he took no generous pains, By mutual pleasing, to secure his gains ; He entered not, in turn, in her delights, Her books, her flowers, her taste for rural sights ; Nay, scarcely her sweet singing minded he Unless his pride was roused by company ; Or when to please him, after martial play, She strained her lute to some old fiery lay Of fierce Orlando, or of Ferumbras, Or Ryan's cloak, or how by the red grass In battle you might know where Richard was." It is usually said that to the example thus set by Leigh Hunt in Rimini is due the rhythmical form alike of En- dymion and Epipsychidion, of Keats's Epistles to his friends and Shelley's Letter to Maria Gisborne. Certainly the Epistles of Keats, both as to sentiment and rhythm, are very much in Hunt's manner. But the earliest of them, that to G. F. Mathew, is dated November, 1815, when il] LEIGH HUNT: HIS LITERARY INFLUENCE. 31 Rimini was not yet published, and when it appears Keats did not yet know Hunt personally. He may, indeed, have known his poem in MS. through Clarke or others ; or the likeness of his work to Hunt's may have arisen indepen- ently : as to style, from a natural affinity of feeling ; and as to rhythm, from a familiarity with the disyllabic rhyme and the " overflow " as used by some of the Elizabethan writers, particularly by Spenser in Mother Hubbard's Tale, and by Browne in Britannia's Pastorals. At all events the appearance of Rimini tended unquestionably to en- courage and confirm him in his practice. As to Hunt's success with his "ideas of what is natural in style," and his " free and idiomatic cast of language " to supersede the styles alike of Pope and Wordsworth, the specimen of his which we have given is perhaps enough. The taste that guided him so well in appreciating the works of others deserted him often in original composition, but nowhere so completely as in Rimini. The piece, indeed, is not without agreeable passages of picturesque colour and description, but for the rest the pleasant creature does but exaggerate in this poem the chief foible of his prose, re- doubling his vivacious airs where they are least in place, and handling the great passions of the theme with a tea- party manner and vocabulary that are intolerable. Con- temporaries, welcoming as a relief any departure from the outworn poetical conventions of the eighteenth century, found, indeed, something to praise in Leigh Hunt's Rimini, and ladies are said to have wept over the sorrows of the hero and heroine ; but what, one can only ask, must be the sensibilities of the human being who can endure to hear the story of Paolo and Francesca — Dante's Paolo and Francesca — diluted through four cantos in a style like this?— 32 KEATS. [chap. " What need I tell of lovely lips and eyes, A clipsome waist, and bosom's balmy rise ? — " "How charming, would he think, to see her here, How heightened then, and perfect would appear The two divinest things the world has got, A lovely woman in a rural spot." When Keats and Shelley, with their immeasurably finer poetical gifts and instincts, successively followed Leigh Hunt in the attempt to add a familiar lenity of style to variety of movement in this metre, Shelley, it need not be said, was in no danger of falling into any such underbred strain as this ; but Keats at first falls, or is near falling, into it more than once. Next as to the influence which Leigh Hunt involuntarily exercised on his friends' fortunes, and their estimation by the world. We have seen how he found himself, in pris- on, and for some time after his release, a kind of political hero on the liberal side, a part for which nature had by no means fitted him. This was in itself enough to mark him out as a special butt for Tory vengeance ; yet that ven- geance would hardly have been so inveterate as it was but for other secondary causes. During his imprisonment Leigh Hunt had reprinted from the Reflector, with notes and additions, an airily presumptuous trifle in verse called the Feast of the Poets, which he had written about two years before. In it Apollo is represented as convoking the contemporary British poets, or pretenders to the poet- ical title, to a session, or rather to a supper. Some of those who present themselves the god rejects with scorn, others he cordially welcomes, others he admits with reserve and admonition. Moore and Campbell fare the best; Southey and Scott are accepted, but with reproof; Coleridge and Wordsworth chidden and dismissed. The criticisms ii.] LEIGH HUNT: HIS LITERARY INFLUENCE. 33 are not more short-sighted than those even of just and able men commonly are on their contemporaries. The bitterness of the " Lost Leader " feeling to which we have , referred accounts for much of Hunt's disparagement of the Lake writers, while in common with all liberals he was prejudiced against Scott as a conspicuous high Tory and friend to kings. But he quite acknowledged the genius, while he condemned the defection, and also what he thought the poetical perversities, of Wordsworth. His treatment of Scott, on the other hand, is idly flippant and patronising. Now it so happened that of the two cham- pions who were soon after to wield, one the bludgeon, and the other the dagger, of Tory criticism in Edinburgh, — I mean Wilson and Lockhart — Wilson was the cordial friend and admirer of Wordsworth, and Lockhart a man of many hatreds but one great devotion, and that devotion was to Scott. Hence a part at least of the peculiar and, as it might seem, paradoxical rancour with which the gentle Hunt, and Keats as his friend and supposed follower, were by-and-bye to be persecuted in Blackwood. To go back to the point at which Hunt and Keats first became known to each other. Cowden Clarke began by carrying up to Hunt, who had now moved from the Edge- ware Road to a cottage in the Yale of Health at Ilamp- stead, a few of Keats's poems in manuscript. Horace Smith was with Hunt when the young poet's work was shown him. Both were eager in its praises, and in questions con- cerning the person and character of the author. Cowden Clarke at Hunt's request brought Keats to call on him soon afterwards, and has left a vivid account of their pleas- ant welcome and conversation. The introduction seems to have taken place early in the spring of 181G. 1 Keats 1 See Appendix, p. 220. 34 KEATS. [chap. immediately afterwards became intimate in the Hampstead household, and for the next year or two Hunt's was the strongest intellectual influence to which he was subject. So far as opinions were concerned, those of Keats had al- ready, as we have seen, been partly formed in boyhood by Leigh Hunt's writings in the Examiner. Hunt was a confirmed sceptic as to established creeds, and supplied their place with a private gospel of cheerfulness, or system of sentimental optimism, inspired partly by his own sunny temperament, and partly by the hopeful doctrines of eigh- teenth-century philosophy in France. Keats shared the natural sympathy of generous youth for Hunt's liberal and optimistic view of things, and he had a mind naturally unapt for dogma — ready to entertain and appreciate any set of ideas according as his imagination recognised their beauty or power, he could never wed himself to any as representing ultimate truth. In matters of poetic feeling and fancy Keats and Hunt had not a little in common. Both alike were given to " luxuriating" somewhat effusive- ly and fondly over the " deliciousness " of whatever they liked in art, books, or nature. To the e very-day pleasures of summer and the English fields Hunt brought in a lower degree the same alertness of perception, and acuteness of sensuous and imaginative enjoyment, which in Keats were intense beyond parallel. In his lighter and shallower way Hunt also felt with Keats the undying charm of classic fable, and w 7 as scholar enough to produce about this time some agreeable translations of the Sicilian pastorals, and some, less adequate, of Homer. The poets Hunt loved best were Ariosto and the other Italian masters of the chiv- alrous-fanciful epic style; and in English he was devoted to Keats's own favourite, Spenser. The name of Spenser is often coupled with that of "Lib- ii.] LEIGH HUNT: HIS LITERARY INFLUENCE. 35 ertas," " the lov'd Libertas," meaning Leigli Hunt, in the verses written by Keats at this time. He attempts in some of these verses to embody the spirit of the Fairie Queene in the metre of Rimini, and in others to express in the same form the pleasures of nature as he felt them in straying about the beautiful, then rural, Hampstead woods and slopes. In the summer of 1816 he seems to have spent a good deal of his time at the Yale of Health, where a bed was made up for him in the library. In one poem he dilates at length on the associations suggested by the busts and knick-knacks in the room ; and the sonnet beginning, "Keen, fitful gusts are whispering here and there," records pleasantly his musings as he walked home from his friend's house one night in winter. We find him presenting Hunt with a crown of ivy, and receiving a set of sonnets from him in return. Or they would challenge each other to the composition of rival pieces on a chosen theme. Cowden Clarke, in describing one such occasion in December, 1816, when they each wrote to time a sonnet on the Grasshopper and Cricket, has left us a pleasant pict- ure of their relations : " The event of the after-scrutiny was one of many such occur- rences which have riveted the memory of Leigh Hunt in my affec- tionate regard and admiration for unaffected generosity and perfectly unpretentious encouragement. His sincere look of pleasure at the first line — " ' The poetry of earth is never dead.' 1 Such a prosperous opening !' he said ; and when he came to the tenth and eleventh lines — " ' On a lone winter morning, when the frost Hath wrought a silence ' — ' Ah, that's perfect ! Bravo Keats !' And then he went on in a dila- tation on the dumbness of Nature during the season's suspension and torpidity." 36 KEATS. [chap, Through Leigh Hunt Keats was before long introduced to a number of congenial spirits. Among them he at- tached himself especially to one John Hamilton Reynolds, a poetic aspirant who, though a year younger than him- self, had preceded him with his first literary venture. Reynolds was born at Shrewsbury, and his father settled afterwards in London as writing-master at the Blue Coat School. He lacked health and energy, but has left the reputation of a brilliant playful wit, and the evidence of a charming character and no slight literary talent. He held a clerkship in an Insurance office, and Jived in Little Britain with his family, including three sisters with whom Keats was also intimate, and the eldest of whom after- wards married Thomas Hood. His earliest poems show him inspired feelingly enough with the new romance and nature, sentiment of the time. One, Safte, is an indifferent imitation of Byron in his then fashionable Oriental vein * much better work appears in a volume published in the year of Keats's death, and partly prompted by the writer's relations with him. In a lighter strain Reynolds wrote a musical entertainment which was brought out in 1819 at what is now the Lyceum theatre, and about the same time offended Wordsworth with an anticipatory parody of Pe- ter Bell, which Byron assumed to be the work of Moore. In 1822 he produced a spirited sketch in prose and verse purporting to relate, under the name Peter Corcoran, the fortunes of an amateur of the prize-ring ; and a little later, in conjunction with Hood, the.volume of anonymous Odes and Addresses to Eminent Persons which Coleridge on its appearance declared confidently to be the work of Lamb. But Reynolds had early given up the hope of living by literature, and accepted the offer of an opening in busi- ness as a solicitor. In 1818 he inscribed a farewell son- ii.] JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS. 37 net to the Muses in a copy of Shakspeare which he gave to Keats, and in 1821 he writes again, " As time increases I give up drawling verse for diving leases." In point of fact, Reynolds continued for years to contrib- ute to the London Magazine and other reviews, and to work occasionally in conjunction with Hood. Bat neither in literature nor law did he attain a position commensurate with the promise of his youth. Starting level, at the time of which we speak, with men w r ho are now in the first rank of fame — with Keats and Shelley — he died in 1852 as Clerk of the County at Newport, Isle of Wight, and it is only in association with Keats that his name will live. Not only was he one of the warmest friends Keats had, entertaining from the first an enthusiastic admiration for his powers, as a sonnet written early in their acquaintance proves, 1 but also one of the wisest, and by judicious ad- vice more than once saved him from a mistake. In con- nection with the name of Reynolds among Keats's asso- ciates must be mentioned that of his inseparable friend, James Rice, a young solicitor of literary tastes and infinite jest, chronically ailing or worse in health, but always, in Keats's words, "coming on his legs again like a cat;" ever cheerful and willing in spite of his sufferings, and indefat- igable in good offices to those about him. "Dear noble generous James Rice," records Dilke — " the best, and in his quaint way one of the wittiest and wisest, men I ever knew." Besides Reynolds, another and more insignificant rhyming member of Hunt's set, when Keats first joined it, was one Cornelius Webb, remembered now, if remem- 1 See Appendix, p. 220. 38 KEATS. [chap. bered at all, by Blackwood's derisory quotation of his lines on — „ "Keats, The Muses' son of promise, and what feats He yet may do — " as well as by a disparaging allusion in one of Keats's own later letters. He : disappeared early from the circle, but not before he had caught enough of its spirit to write sonnets and poetical addresses which might almost be taken for the work of Hunt, or even for that of Keats himself in his weak moments. 1 For some years afterwards Webb served as press-reader in the printing-office of Messrs. Clowes, be- ing charged especially with the revision of the Quarterly proofs. Towards 1830-1840 he re-appeared in literature as Cornelius "Webbe," author of the Man about Town, and other volumes of cheerful gossiping Cockney essays, to which the Quarterly critics extended a patronizing no- tice. An acquaintance more interesting to posterity which Keats made a few months later at Leigh Hunt's was that of Shelley, his senior by only three years. During the harrowing period of Shelley's life which followed the sui- cide of his first wife — when his principle of love, a law to itself, had in action entailed so dire a consequence, and his obedience to his own morality had brought him into such harsh collision with the world's — the kindness and affec- tion of Leigh Hunt were among his chief consolations. After his marriage with Mary Godwin he flitted often, alone or with his wife, between Great Mario w and Hamp- stead, w r here Keats met him early in the spring of 1817. " Keats," says Hunt, " did not take to Shelley as kindly as 1 See particularly the Invocation to Sleep in the little volume of Webb's poems published by the Olliers in 1821. ii.] SHELLEY. 39 Shelley did to him," and adds the comment, " Keats, being a little too sensitive on the score of his origin, felt inclined to see in every man of birth a sort of natural enemy." " He was haughty, and had a fierce hatred of rank," says Haydon in his unqualified way. Where his pride had not been aroused by anticipation, Keats had a genius for friend- ship, but towards Shelley we find him in fact maintaining a tone of reserve, and even of something like moral and intellectual patronage, at first, no doubt, by way of defence against the possibility of social or material patronage on the other's part; but he should soon have learnt better than to apprehend anything of the kind from one whose delicacy, according to all evidence, was as perfect and un- mistakable as his kindness. Of Shelley's kindness Keats had in the sequel sufficient proof ; in the meantime, until Shelley went abroad the following year, the two met often at Hunt's without becoming really intimate. Pride and social sensitiveness apart, we can imagine that a full under- standing was not easy between them, and that Keats, with his strong vein of every-day humanity, sense, and humour, and his innate openness of mind, may well have been as much repelled as attracted by the unearthly ways and ac- cents of Shelley, his passionate negation of the world's creeds and the world's law, and his intense proselytizing ardour. It was also at Hunt's house that Keats for the first time met by pre-arrangement, in the beginning of November, 1816, the painter Haydon, whose influence soon became hardly second to that of Hunt himself. Haydon was now thirty. He had lately been victorious in one of the two great objects of his ambition, and had achieved a tempo- rary semblance of victory in the other. He had been mainly instrumental in getting the pre-eminence of the 3 D 40 KEATS. [chap. Elgin marbles among the works of the sculptor's art ac- knowledged in the teeth of hostile cliques, and their acqui- sition for the nation secured. This is Haydon's chief real title to the regard of posterity. His other and life-long, half insane endeavour was to persuade the world to take him at his own estimate, as the man chosen by Providence to add the crown of heroic painting to the other glories of his country. His indomitable high-flaming energy and in- dustry, his strenuous self-reliance, his eloquence, vehemence, and social gifts, the clamour of his self-assertion and of his fierce oppugnancy against the academic powers, even his unabashed claims for support on friends, patrons, and soci- ety at large, had won for him much convinced or half-con- vinced attention and encouragement, both in the world of art and letters and in that of dilettanteism and fashion. His first two great pictures, "Dentatus" and "Macbeth," had been dubiously received; his last, the "Judgment of Solomon," with acclamation; he was now busy on one more ambitious than all, " Christ's Entry into Jerusalem," and while, as usual, sunk deep in debt, was perfectly confi- dent of glory. Vain confidence — for he was in truth a man whom nature had endowed, as if maliciously, with one part of the gifts of genius and not the other. Its energy and voluntary power he possessed completely, and no man has ever lived at a more genuinely exalted pitch of feeling and aspiration. " Never," wrote he about this time, " have I had such irresistible and perpetual urgings of future greatness. I have been like a man with air-balloons under his arm-pits and ether in his soul. While I was painting, walking, or thinking, beaming flashes of energy followed and impressed me. . . . They came over me, and shot across me, and shook me, till I lifted up my heart and thanked God." Cut for all his sensations and conviction of power, II.] HAYDON. 41 the other half of genius — the half which resides not in energy and will, but in faculties which it is the business of energy and will to apply — was denied to Haydon ; its vital gifts of choice and of creation, its magic power of working on the materials offered it by experience, its felicity of touch and insight, were not in him. Except for a stray note here and there, an occasional bold conception, or a touch of craftsmanship caught from greater men, the pict- ures with which he exultingly laid siege to immortality be- long, as posterity has justly felt, to the kingdom not of true heroic art, but of rodomontade. Even in drawing from the Elgin marbles, Haydon fails almost wholly to ex- press the beauties which he enthusiastically perceived, and loses every distinction and every subtlety of the original. Very much better is his account of them in words, as, in- deed, Haydon's chief intellectual power was as an observer, and his best instrument the pen. Readers of his journals and correspondence know with what fluent, effective, if often overcharged, force and vividness of style he can relate an experience or touch off a character. But in this, the literary form of expression, also, as often as he flies higher, and tries to become imaginative and impressive, we find only the same self-satisfied void turgidity, and proof of a commonplace mind, as in his paintings. Take, for instance, in relation to Keats himself, Haydon's profound admoni- tion to him as follows: "God bless you, my dear Keats! do not despair; collect incident, study character, read Shakspere, and trust in Providence, and you will do, you must ;" or the following precious expansion of an image in one of the poet's sonnets on the Elgin marbles : " I know not a finer image than the comparison of a poet unable to express his high feelings to a sick eagle looking at the sky, where he must have remembered his former towerings 42 KEATS. [chap. amid the blaze of dazzling sunbeams, in the pure expanse of glittering clouds ; now and then passing angels, on heav- enly errands, lying at the will of the wind with moveless wings, or pitching downward with a fiery rush, eager and intent on objects of their seeking — " But it was the gifts and faculties which Hay don pos- sessed, and not those he lacked, it was the ardour and en- thusiasm of his temperament, and not his essential com- monness of mind and faculty, that impressed his associates as they impressed himself. The most distinguished spirits of the time were among his friends. Some of them, like Wordsworth, held by him always, while his imperious and importunate egotism wore out others after a while. He was justly proud of his industry and strength of purpose ; proud also of his religious faith and piety, and in the habit of thanking his Maker effusively in set terms for special acts of favour and protection, for this or that happy in- spiration in a picture, for deliverance from " pecuniary emergencies," and the like. " I always rose up from my knees," he says strikingly in a letter to Keats, " with a re- freshed fury, an iron-clenched firmness, a crystal piety of feeling that sent me streaming on with a repulsive power against the troubles of life." And he was prone to hold himself up as a model to his friends in both particulars, lecturing them on faith and conduct while he was living, it might be, on their bounty. Experience of these quali- ties partly alienated Keats from him in the long run. But at first sight Haydon had much to attract the spirits of ardent youth about him as a leader, and he and Keats were mutually delighted when they met. Each struck fire from the other, and they quickly became close friends and comrades. After an evening of high talk at the beginning of their acquaintance, on the 19th of November, 1816, the il] HAYDON. 43 young poet wrote to Hay don as follows, joining his name with those of Wordsworth and Leigh Hunt : " Last evening wrought me up, and I cannot forbear sending you the following: 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 steadfastness 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 humau mart ? Listen awhile, ye nations, and be dumb." Haydon was not unused to compliments of this kind. The three well-known sonnets of Wordsworth had been addressed to him a year or two before; and about the same time as Keats, John Hamilton Reynolds also wrote him a sonnet of enthusiastic sympathy and admiration. In his reply to Keats he proposed to hand on the above piece to Wordsworth — a proposal which " puts me," an- swers Keats, " out of breath — you know with what rever- ence I would send my well-wishes to him." Haydon sug- gested, moreover, what I cannot but think the needless and regrettable mutilation of the sonnet by leaving out the words after "workings" in the last line but one. The poet, however, accepted the suggestion, and his editors have respected his decision. Two other sonnets, which Keats wrote at this time, after visiting the Elgin marbles with his new friend, are indifferent poetically, but do 44 KEATS. [chap. credit to his sincerity in that he refuses to go into stock raptures on the subject, confessing his inability rightly to grasp or analyse the impressions he had received. By the spring of the following year his intimacy with Haydon was at its height, and we find the painter giving his young friend a standing invitation to his studio in Great Marl- borough Street, declaring him dearer than a brother, and praying that their hearts may be buried together. To complete the group of Keats's friends in these days, we have to think of two or three others known to him otherwise than through Hunt, and not belonging to the Hunt circle. Among these were the family and friends of a Miss Georgiana Wylie, to whom George Keats was attached. She was the daughter of a navy officer, with wit, sentiment, and an attractive irregular cast of beauty, and Keats on his own account had a great liking for her. On Valentine's day, 1818, we find him writing, for George to send her, the first draft of the lines beginning, " Hadst thou lived in days of old," afterwards amplified and pub- lished in his first volume. 1 Through the Wylies Keats be- came acquainted with a certain William Haslam, who was afterwards one of his own and his brothers' best friends, but whose character and person remain indistinct to us; and through Haslam with Joseph Severn, then a very young and struggling student of art. Severn was the son of an engraver, and to the despair of his father had determined to be himself a painter. He had a talent also for music, a strong love of literature, and doubtless something al- ready of that social charm which Mr. Ruskin describes in him when they first met five -and -twenty years later at Rome. 2 From the moment of their introduction Severn 1 See Appendix, p. 221. 2 See Praeterita, vol. ii., chap. 2. ii.] JOSEPH SEVERN— CHARLES WELLS. 45 found in Keats his very ideal of the poetical character realized, and attached himself to him with an admiring affection. A still younger member of the Keats circle was Charles Wells, afterwards author of Stories after Nature, and of that singular and strongly imagined Biblical drama or " dramatic poem " of Joseph and his Brethren, which hav- ing fallen dead in its own day has been resuscitated by a group of poets and critics in ours. "Wells had been a school companion of Tom Keats at Enfield, and was now living with his family in Featherstone buildings. He has been described by those who knew him as a sturdy, bois- terous, blue-eyed and red-headed lad, distinguished in those days chiefly by an irrepressible spirit of fun and mischief. He was only about fifteen when he sent to John Keats the present of roses acknowledged in the sonnet beginning, " As late I rambled in the happy fields." A year or two later Keats quarrelled with him for a practical joke played on Tom Keats without due consideration for his state of health; and the Stories after Nature, published in 1822, are said to have been written in order to show Keats " that he too could do something." Thus by his third winter in London our obscurely born and half-schooled young medical student found himself fairly launched in a world of art, letters, and liberal aspira- tions, and living in familiar intimacy .with some, and friend- ly acquaintance with others, of the brightest and most ardent spirits of the time. His youth, origin, and temper- ament alike saved him from anything but a healthy rela- tion of equality with his younger, and deference towards his elder, companions. But the power and the charm of genius were already visibly upon him. Portraits both verbal and other exist in abundance, enabling us to realize 46 KEATS. [chap. Lis presence and the impression which he made. "The character and expression of his features," it is said, " would arrest even the casual passenger in the street." A small, handsome, ardent -looking youth — the stature little over five feet ; the figure compact and well - turned, with the neck thrust eagerly forward, carrying a strong and shapely head set off by thickly clustering gold-brown hair ; the features powerful, finished, and mobile ; the mouth rich and wide, with an expression at once combative and sensi-. tive in the extreme ; the forehead not high, but broad and strong; the eyebrows nobly arched, and eyes hazel-brown, liquid-flashing, visibly inspired — " an eye that had an in- ward look, perfectly divine, like a Delphian priestess who saw visions." "Keats was the only man I ever met who seemed and looked conscious of a high calling, except Wordsworth." These words are Haydon's, and to the same effect Leigh Hunt : " The eyes mellow and glowing, large, dark, and sensitive. At the recital of a noble action or a beautiful thought they would suffuse with tears, and his mouth trembled." It is noticeable that his friends, whenever they begin to describe his looks, go off in this way to tell of the feelings and the soul that shone through them. To return to Haydon : " He was in his glory in the fields. The humming of a bee, the sight of a flower, the glitter of the sun, seemed to make his nature tremble ; then his eyes flashed his cheek glowed, and his mouth quivered." In like manner George Keats: "John's eyes moistened and his lip quivered at the relation of any tale of generosity or benevolence or noble daring, or at sights of loveliness or distress ;" and a shrewd and honoured sur- vivor of those days, " herself of many poets the frequent theme and valued friend" — need I name Mrs. Procter? — has recorded the impression the same eyes have left upon ii.] PERSONAL CHARACTERISTICS. 47 her, as those of one who had been looking on some glori- ous sight. 1 In regard to his social qualities, Keats is said, and owns himself, to have been not always perfectly well-conditioned or at his ease in the company of women, but in that of men all accounts agree that he was pleasantness itself : quiet and abstracted, or brilliant and voluble, by turns, according to his mood and company, but thoroughly ami- ble and unaffected. If the conversation did not interest him he was apt to draw apart, and sit by himself in the window, peering into vacancy, so that the window -seat came to be recognized as his place. His voice was rich and low, and when he joined in discussion it was usually with an eager but gentle animation, while his occasional bursts of fiery indignation at wrong or meanness bore no undue air of assumption, and failed not to command re- spect. His powers of mimicry and dramatic recital are said to have been great, and never used unkindly. Thus stamped by nature, and moving in such a circle as we have described, Keats found among those with whom he lived nothing to check, but rather everything to foster, his hourly growing, still diffident and trembling, passion for the poetic life. His guardian, as we have said, of course was adverse ; but his brothers, including George, the practical and sensible one of the family, were warmly with him, as his allusions and addresses to them both in prose and verse, and their own many transcripts from his compositions, show. In August, 1816, we find him ad- dressing from Margate a sonnet and a poetical Epistle in terms of the utmost affection and confidence to George. About the same time he gave up his lodgings in St. 1 See Appendix, p. 221. 3* 48 KEATS. [chap. Thomas's Street to go and live with his brothers in the Poultry ; and in November he composes another sonnet on their fraternal fire-side occupations. Poetry and the love of poetry were at this period in the air. It was a time when even people of business and people of fashion read : a time of literary excitement, expectancy, and discus- sion, such as England has not known since. In such an atmosphere Keats soon found himself induced to try his fortune and his powers with the rest. The encouragement of his friends was indeed only too ready and enthusiastic. It was Leigh Hunt who first brought him before the world in print, publishing without comment, in the Examiner for the 5th of May, 1816, his sonnet beginning, "0 Solitude! if I with thee must dwell," and on the 1st of Decem- ber in the same year the sonnet on Chapman's Homer. This Hunt accompanied by some prefatory remarks on the poetical promise of its author, associating with his name those of Shelley and Reynolds. It was by the praise of Hunt in this paper, says Mr. Stephens, that Keats's fate was sealed. But already the still more ardent encourage- ment of Hay don, if more was wanted, had come to add, fuel to the fire. In the Marlborough Street studio, in the Hampstead cottage, in the City lodgings of the three broth- ers,' and in the convivial gatherings of their friends, it was determined that John Keats should put forth a volume of his poems. A sympathetic firm of publishers was found in the Olliers. The volume was printed, and the last proof- sheets were brought one evening to the author amid a jovial company, with the intimation that if a dedication was to be added the copy must be furnished at once. Keats, go- ing to one side, quickly produced the sonnet To Leigh Hunt, Esq., with its excellent opening and its weak con- clusion : ii.] DETERMINATION TO PUBLISH. 49 " Glory and Loveliness have pass'd away ; For if we wander out in early morn, No wreathed incense do we see upborne Into the East to meet the smiling day: No crowd of nymphs soft-voiced and young and gay, In woven baskets bringing ears of corn, Roses and pinks, and violets, to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May. But there are left delights as high as these, And I shall ever bless my destiny, That in a time when under pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought, I feel a free, A leafy luxury, seeing I could please, With these poor offerings, a man like thee." With this confession of a longing retrospect towards the beauty of the old pagan world, and of gratitude for present friendship, the young poet's first venture was sent forth in the month of March, 1817. CHAPTER III. The Poems of 1817. The note of Keats's early volume is accurately struck in the motto from Spenser which he prefixed to it : " What more felicity can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with liberty?" The element in which his poetry moves is liberty, the con- sciousness of release from those conventions and restraints, not inherent in its true nature, by which the art had for the last hundred years been hampered. And the spirit which animates him is essentially the spirit of delight — delight in the beauty of nature and the vividness of sensa- tion, delight in the charm of fable and romance, in the thoughts of friendship and affection, in anticipations of the future, and in the exercise of the art itself which expresses and communicates all these joys. We have already glanced, in connection with the occa- sions which gave rise to them, at a few of the miscellane- ous boyish pieces, in various metres, which are included in the volume, as well as at some of the sonnets. The re- maining, and much the chief portion of the book consists of half a dozen poems in the rhymed decasyllabic couplet. These had all been written during the period between No- vember, 1815, and April, 1817, under the combined influ- chap, in.] THE "POEMS" OF 1817. 51 ence of the older English poets and of Leigh Hunt. The former influence shows itself everywhere in the substance and spirit of the. poems, but less, for the present, in their form and style. Keats had by this time thrown off the eighteenth-century stiffness which clung to his earliest ef- forts, but he had not yet adopted, as he was about to do, a vocabulary and diction of his own, full of licences caught from the Elizabethans and from Milton. The chief verbal echoes of Spenser to be found in his first volume are a line quoted from him entire in the epistle to G. F. Mathew, and the use of the archaic " teen " in the stanzas professedly Spenserian. We can, indeed, trace Keats's familiarity with Chapman, and especially with one poem of Chapman's, his translation of the Homeric Hymn to Pan, in a predilec- tion for a particular form of abstract descriptive substan- tive: " The pillowy silkiness that rests Full in the speculation of the stars :" " Or the quaint mossiness of aged roots :" " Ere I can have explored its widenesses." l The only other distinguishing marks of Keats's diction in this first volume consist, I think, in the use of the Milton- ic " sphery," and of an unmeaning coinage of his own, 1 Compare Chapman, Hymn to Pan : " The bright-hair'd god of pastoral, "Who yet is lean and loveless, and doth owe, By lot, all loftiest mountains crown'd with snow, All tops of hills, and cliffy highnesses, All sylvan copses, and the fortresses Of thorniest queaches here and there doth rove, And sometimes, by allurement of his love, Will wade the wafry softr, 52 KEATS. [chap. " boundly," with a habit — for which Milton, Spenser, and, among the moderns, Leigh Hunt, all alike furnished him the example — of turning nouns into verbs, and verbs into nouns at his convenience. For the rest, Keats writes in the ordinary English of his day, with much more feeling for beauty of language than for correctness, and as yet without any formed or assured poetic style. Single lines and passages declare, indeed, abundantly his vital poetic faculty and instinct. But they are mixed up with much that only illustrates his crudity of taste, and the tendency he at this time shared with Leigh Hunt to mistake the air of chatty, trivial gusto for an air of poetic ease and grace. In the matter of metre, we can see Keats in these poems making a succession of experiments for varying the regu- larity of the heroic couplet. In the colloquial Epistles, addressed severally to G. F. Mathew, to his brother George, and to Cowden Clarke, he contents himself with the use of frequent dissyllabic rhymes, and an occasional enjambement or " overflow." In the Specimen of an Induction to a Poem, and. in the fragment of the poem itself, entitled Calidore (a name borrowed from the hero of Spenser's sixth book), as well as in the unnamed piece beginning " I stood tiptoe upon a little hill," which opens the volume, he further modifies the measure by shortening now and then the second line of the couplet, with a lyric beat that may have been caught either from Spenser's nuptial odes or Milton's Lycidas — " Open afresh your round of starry folds, Ye ardent marigolds." In Sleep and Poetry, which is the most personal and inter- esting, as well as probably the last-written, poem in the volume, Keats drops this practice, but in other respects va- in.] THE "POEMS" OF 1817. 53 ries the rhythm far more boldly, making free use of the overflow, placing his full pauses at any point in a line rather than at the end, and adopting as a principle rather than an exception the Chaucerian and Elizabethan fashion of breaking the couplet by closing a sentence or paragraph with its first line. Passing from the form of the poems to their substance, we find that they are experiments or poetic preludes mere- ly, with no pretension to be organic or complete works of art. To rehearse ramblingly the pleasures and aspirations of the poetic life, letting one train of images follow anoth- er with no particular plan or sequence, is all that Keats as yet attempts, except in the Calidore fragment, and that is on the whole feeble and confused. From the outset the poet loses himself in a maze of young, luxuriant imagery ; once and again, however, he gets clear, and we have some good lines in an approach to the Dry den manner : " Softly the breezes from the forest came, Softly they blew aside the taper's flame ; Clear was the song from Philomel's far bower ; Grateful the incense from the lime-tree flower; Mysterious, wild, the far-heard trumpet's tone ; Lovely the moon in ether, all alone." To set against this are occasionally expressions in the com- plete taste of Leigh Hunt, as for instance, "The lamps that from the high-roof'd wall were pendent, And gave the steel a shining quite transcendent." The Epistles are full of cordial tributes to the conjoint pleasures of literature and friendship. In that to Cowden Clarke, Keats acknowledges to his friend that he had been shy at first of addressing verses to him : m 54 KEATS. [chap. "Nor should I now, but that I've known you long; That }-ou first taught me all the sweets of song: The grand, the sweet, the terse, the free, the fine, 8 What swell'd with pathos, and what right divine : Spenserian vowels that elope with ease, And float along like birds o'er summer seas ; Miltonian storms, and more, Miltonian tenderness ; Michael in arms, and more, meek Eve's fair slenderness. "Who read for me the sonnet swelling loudly Up to its climax, and then dying proudly? Who found for me the grandeur of the ode, Growing, like Atlas, stronger for its load ? Who let me taste that more than cordial dram, The sharp, the rapier-pointed epigram ? Show'd me that Epic was of all the king, Kound, vast, and spanning all like Saturn's ring ?" This is characteristic enough of the quieter and lighter manner of Keats in his early work. Blots like the un- grammatical fourth line are not infrequent with him. The preference for Miltonian tenderness over Miltonian storms may remind the reader of a later poet's more masterly ex- pression of the same sentiment : " Me rather all that bow- ery loneliness." The two lines on Spenser are of inter- est as conveying one of those incidental criticisms on poetry by a poet of which no one has left us more or better than Keats. The habit of Spenser to which he here alludes is that of coupling or repeating the same vowels, both in their open and their closed sounds, in the same or successive lines, for example, " Eftsoones her shallow ship away did slide, More swift than swallow sheres the liquid skye ; Withouten oare or pilot it to guide, Or winged canvas with the wind to fly." The run here is on a and e, principally on i, which occurs in.] THE "POEMS" OF 1817. 55 five times in its open and ten times in its closed sound in the four lines — if we are indeed to reckon as one vowel these two unlike sounds denoted by the same sign. Keats was a close and conscious student of the musical effects of verse, and the practice of Spenser is said to have suggested to him a special theory as to the use and value of the itera- tion of vowel sounds in poetry. What his theory was we are not clearly told, neither do I think it can easily be dis- covered from his practice, though every one must feel a great beauty of his verse to be in the richness of the vowel and diphthong sequences. He often spoke of the subject, and once maintained his view against Wordsworth, when the latter seemed to be advocating a mechanical principle of vowel variation. Hear next how the joys of brotherly affection, of poetry, and of nature come naively jostling one another in the Epistle addressed from the sea-side to his brother George : "As to my sonnets, though none else should heed, them, I feel delighted, still, that you should read them. Of late, too, I have had much calm enjoyment, Stretch'd on the grass at my best loved employment Of scribbling lines for you. These things I thought While in my face the freshest breeze I caught. E'en now I am pillow'd on a bed of flowers That crowns a lofty cliff, which proudly towers Above the ocean waves. The stalks and blades Chequer my tablet with their quivering shades. On one side is a field of drooping oats, Through which the poppies show their scarlet coats ; So pert and useless that they bring to mind The scarlet coats that pester human kind. And on the other side, outspread is seen Ocean's blue mantle, streak'd with purple and green. Now 'tis I see a canrass'd ship, and now Mark the bright silver curling round her brow ; E 56 KEATS. [chap. I see the lark down-dropping to his nest, And the broad-wing'd sea-gull never at rest; For when no more he spreads his feathers free, His breast is dancing on the restless sea." It is interesting' to watch the newly awakened literary faculty in Keats thus exercising itself in the narrow circle of personal sensation, and on the description of the objects immediately before his eyes. The effect of rhythmical movement attempted in the last lines, to correspond with the buoyancy and variety of the motions described, has a certain felicity, and the whole passage is touched already with Keats's exquisite perception and enjoyment of exter- nal nature. His character as a poet of nature begins, in- deed, distinctly to declare itself in this first volume. lie differs by it alike from Wordsworth and from Shelley. The instinct of Wordsworth was to interpret all the opera- tions of nature by those of his own strenuous soul ; and the imaginative impressions he had received in youth from the scenefy of his home, deepened and enriched by contin- ual after-meditation, and mingling with all the currents of his adult thought and feeling, constituted for him through- out his life the most vital part alike of patriotism, of phi- losophy, and of religion. For Shelley, on his part, natural beauty was in a twofold sense symbolical. In the visible glories of the world his philosophy saw the veil of the un- seen, while his philanthropy found in them types and au- guries of a better life on earth, and all that imagery of nature's more remote and skyey phenomena, of which no other poet has had an equal mastery, and which comes borne to us along the music of the verse — " With many a mingled close Of wildiEolian sound and mountain odour keen " — in.] THE "POEMS" OF 1817. 57 was inseparable in bis soul from visions of a radiant fut- ure and a renovated — alas! not a buman — humanity. In Keats tbe sentiment of nature was simpler than in either of these two other masters ; more direct, and, so to speak, more disinterested. It was his instinct to love and inter- pret nature more for her own sake, and less for the sake of sympathy which the human mind can read into her with its own workings and aspirations. He had grown up nei- ther like Wordsworth, under the spell of lake and mount- ain, nor in the glow of millennial dreams, like Shelley, but London - born and Middlesex - bred, was gifted, we know not whence, as if by some mysterious birthright, with a de- lighted insight into all the beauties, and sympathy with all the life, of the woods and fields. Evidences of the gift appear, as every reader know r s, in the longer poems of his first volume, with their lingering trains of peace- ful summer imagery, and loving inventories of "Nature's gentle doings;" and pleasant touches of the same kind are scattered also among the sonnets, as in that To Charles Wells— " As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew From his lush clover covert ;" or again in that To Solitude — " Let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell." : 1 Compare Wordsworth : " Bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest peak of Furness Fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells." Is the line of Keats an echo or merely a coincidence ? £8 KEATS. [chap. Such intuitive familiarity with the blithe activities, un- noted by common eyes, which make up the life and magic of nature, is a gift we attribute to men of primitive race and forest nurture; and Mr. Matthew Arnold would have us recognize it as peculiarly characteristic of the Celtic element in the English genius and English poetry. It was allied in Keats to another instinct of the early world which we associate especially with the Greeks, the instinct for personifying the powers of nature in clearly defined imaginary shapes endowed with human beauty and half- human faculties. The classical teaching of the Enfield school had not gone beyond Latin, and neither in boyhood nor afterwards did Keats acquire any Greek ; but towards the creations of the Greek mythology he was attracted by an overmastering delight in their beauty, and a natural sympathy with the phase of imagination that engendered them. Especially he shows himself possessed and fancy- bound by the mythology, as well as by the physical en- chantment, of the moon. Never was bard in youth so literally moonstruck. He had planned a poem on the an- cient story of the loves of Diana, with whom the Greek moon-goddess Selene is identified in the Latin mythology, and the shepherd-prince Endymion ; and had begun a sort of prelude to it in the piece that opens, " I stood tiptoe upon a little hill." Afterwards, without abandoning the subject, Keats laid aside this particular exordium, and printed it, as we have seen, as an independent piece at the head of his first volume. It is at the climax of a passage rehearsing the delights of evening that he first bethinks himself of the moon — "Lifting her silver rim Above a cloud, and with a gradual swim Coming into the blue with all her light." in.] THE "POEMS" OF 181V. 59 The thought of the mythic passion of the moon-goddess for Endymion, and the praises of the poet who first sang it, follow at considerable length. The passage conjuring up the wonders and beneficences of their bridal night is written in part with such a sympathetic touch for the col- lective feelings and predicaments of men, in the ordinary conditions of human pain and pleasure, health and sick- ness, as rarely occurs again in Keats's poetry, though his correspondence shows it to have been most natural to his mind — " The evening weather was so bright, and clear, That men of health were of unusual cheer. The breezes were ethereal, and pure, And crept through half-closed lattices to cure The languid sick ; it cool'd their fever'd sleep, And sooth'd them into slumbers full and deep. Soon they awoke clear-ey'd : nor burnt with thirsting, Nor with hot fingers, nor with temples bursting : And springing up, they met the wond'ring sight Of their dear friends, nigh foolish with delight ; Who feel their arms and breasts, and kiss and stare, And on their placid foreheads part the hair." 1 Finally Keats abandons and breaks off this tentative exor- dium of his unwritten poem with the cry — " Cynthia ! I cannot tell the greater blisses That followed thine and thy dear shepherd's kisses : Was there a poet born ? But now no more My wandering spirit must no farther soar." 1 Mr. W. T. Arnold in his Introduction (p. xxvii.) quotes a parallel passage from Leigh Hunt's Gentle Armour as an example of the de- gree to which Keats was at this time indebted to Hunt : forgetting that the Gentle Armour was not written till 1831, and that the debt in this instance is therefore the other way. 60 KEATS. [cnAP. Was there a poet born ? Is the labour and the reward of poetry really and truly destined to be his? The ques- tion is one which recurs in this* early volume importu- nately and in many tones : sometimes with words and cadences closely recalling those of Milton in his boyish Vacation Exercise; sometimes with a cry like this, which occurs twice over in the piece called Sleep and Poetry : " Poesy ! for thee I hold my pen, That am not yet a glorious denizen Of thy wide heaven ;" and anon, with a less wavering, more confident and daring- tone of young ambition — " But off, Despondence ! miserable bane ! They should not know thee, who, athirst to gain A noble end, are thirsty every hour. What though I am not wealthy in the dower Of spanning wisdom ; though I do not know The shiftings of the mighty winds that blow Hither and thither all the changing thoughts Of man ; though no great ministering reason sorts Out the dark mysteries of human souls To clear conceiving ; yet there ever rolls A vast idea before me." The feeling expressed in these last lines, the sense of the overmastering pressure and amplitude of an inspiration as yet unrealized and indistinct, gives way in other passages to confident anticipations of fame, and of the place which he will hold in the affections of posterity. There is obviously a great immaturity and uncertainty in all these outpourings, an intensity and effervescence of emotion out of proportion, as yet, both to the intellectual and the voluntary powers, much confusion of idea, and not a little of expression. Yet even in this first book of Keats in.] THE "POEMS" OF 1817. 61 there is much that the lover of poetry will always cherish. Literature, indeed, hardly affords another example of work at once so crude and so attractive. Passages that go to pieces under criticism nevertheless have about them a spirit of beauty and of morning, an abounding young vitality and freshness, that exhilarate and charm us, whether with the sanction of our judgment or without it. And alike at its best and worst, the work proceeds manifestly from a spontaneous and intense poetic impulse. The matter of these early poems of Keats is as fresh and unconventional as their form, springing directly from the native poignancy of his sensations and abundance of his fancy. That his inexperience should always make the most discreet use of its freedom could not be expected ; but with all its imma- turity his work has strokes already which suggest compar- ison with the great names of literature. AVho much ex- ceeds him, even from the first, but Shakspeare in momentary felicity of touch for nature? and in that charm of morning freshness who but Chaucer? Already, too, we find him showing signs of that capacity for clear and sane self- knowledge which becomes by-and-by so admirable in him. And he has already begun to meditate to good purpose on the aims and methods of his art. He has grasped, and vehemently asserts, the principle that poetry should not strive to enforce particular doctrines, that it should not contend in the field of reason, but that its proper organ is the imagination, and its aim the creation of beauty. With reference to the theory and practice of the poetic art the piece called Sleep and Poetry contains one passage which has become classically familiar to all readers. Often as it has been quoted elsewhere, it must be quoted again here, as indispensable to the understanding of the literary atmosphere in which Keats lived : 62 KEATS. [chap. " Is there so small a range In the present strength of manhood that the high Imagination cannot freely fly As she was wont of old ? prepare her steeds, Paw up against the light, and do strange deeds Upon the clouds ? Has she not shown us all ? From the clear space of ether, to the small Breath of new buds unfolding? From the meaning Of Jove's large eyebrow, to the tender greening Of April meadows ? here her altar shone, E'en in this isle ; and who could paragon The fervid choir that lifted up a noise Of harmony, to where it aye will poise Its mighty self of convoluting sound, Huge as a planet, and like that roll round, Eternally around a dizzy void ? Ay, in those days the Muses were nigh cloy'd With honours ; nor had any other care Than to sing out and soothe their wavy hair. Could all this be forgotten ? Yes, a schism Nurtured by foppery and barbarism Made great Apollo blush for this his land. Men were thought wise who could not understand His glories ; with a puling infant's force They sway'd about upon a rocking-horse, And thought it Pegasus. Ah, dismal-soul'd ! The winds of heaven blew, the ocean roll'd Its gathering waves — ye felt it not. The blue Bared its eternal bosom, and the dew Of summer night collected still to make The morning precious : Beauty was awake ! Why were ye not awake •? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile ; so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied. Easy was the task : A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask m .] THE "POEMS" OF 1817. 63 Of Poesy. Ill-fated, impious race ! '■ That blasphemed the bright Lyrist to his face, And did not know it — no, they went about, Holding a poor, decrepit standard out, Mark'd with most flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau ! ye whose charge It is to hover round our pleasant hills ! Whose congregated majesty so fills My boundly reverence that I cannot trace Your hallow'd names in this unholy place, So near those common folk ; did not their shames Affright you ? Did our old lamenting Thames Delight you? did ye never cluster round Delicious Avon with a mournful sound, And weep ? Or did ye wholly bid adieu To regions where no more the laurel grew ? Or did ye stay to give a welcoming To some lone spirits who could proudly sing Their youth away, and die ? 'Twas even so. But let me think away those times of woe : Now 'tis a fairer season ; ye have breathed Rich benedictions o'er us ; ye have wreathed Fresh garlands : for sweet music has been heard In many places ; some has been upstirr'd From out its crystal dwelling in a lake By a swan's ebon bill ; from a thick brake, Nested and quiet in a valley mild, Bubbles a pipe ; fine sounds are floating wild About the earth : happy are ye, and glad." Both the strength and the weakness of this are typical- ly characteristic of the time and of the man. The passage is likely to remain for posterity the central expression of the spirit of literary emancipation then militant and about to triumph in England. The two great elder captains of revolution, Coleridge and Wordsworth, have both cxpound- 4 64 KEATS. [chap. ed their cause, in prose, with much more maturity of thought and language ; Coleridge in the luminous retro- spect of the Biographia Literaria, Wordsworth in the au- stere contentions of his famous prefaces. But neither has left any enunciation of theory having power to thrill the ear and haunt the memory like the rhymes of this young untrained recruit in the cause of poetic liberty and the re- turn to nature. It is easy, indeed, to pick these verses of Keats to shreds, if we choose to fix a prosaic and rational .attention on their faults. What is it, for instance, that imagination is asked to do? fly, or drive? Is it she, or her steeds, that are to paw up against the light? and why paw ? Deeds to be done upon clouds by pawing can hard- ly be other than strange. What sort of a verb is " I green, thou greenest?" Delight with liberty is very well, but liberty in a poet ought not to include liberties with the parts of speech. Why should the hair of the muses re- quire "soothing?" — if it were their tempers it would be more intelligible. And surely " foppery " belongs to civ- ilization and not to " barbarism ;" and a standard-bearer may be decrepit, but not a standard, and a standard flimsy, but not a motto. " Boundly reverence:" what is bound- ly ? And so on without end, if we choose to let the mind assume that attitude. Many minds not indifferent to lit- erature were at that time, and some will at all times be, incapable of any other. Such must naturally turn to the work of the eighteenth-century school, the school of tact and urbane brilliancy and sedulous execution, and think the only " blasphemy " was on the side of the youth who could call, or seem to call, the poet of Belinda and the Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot fool and dolt. Byron, in his controversy with Bowles a year or two later, adopted this mode of attack effectively enough, his spleen against a in.] THE "POEMS" OF 181?. 65 contemporary finding, as usual, its most convenient weapon in an enthusiasm, partly real and partly affected, for the genius and the methods of Pope. But controversy apart, if we have in us a touch of instinct for the poetry of imagi- nation and beauty, as distinct from that of taste and reason, however clearly we may see the weak points of a passage like this, however much we may wish that taste and rea- son had had more to do with it, yet we cannot but feel that Keats touches truly the root of the matter ; we can- not but admire the elastic life and variety of his verse, his fine spontaneous and effective turns of rhetoric, the ring and power of his appeal to the elements, and the glow of his delight in the achievements and promise of the new age. His volume, on its appearance, by no means made the impression which his friends had hoped for it. Hunt pub- lished a thoroughly judicious, as well as cordial, criticism in the Examiner, and several of the provincial papers no- ticed the book.' Haydon wrote in his ranting vein: "I have read your Sleep and Poetry — it is a flash of lightning that will rouse men from their occupations, and keep them trembling for the crash of thunder that will follow." But people were in fact as far from being disturbed in their occupations as possible. The attention of the reading public was for the moment almost entirely absorbed by men of talent or of genius who played with a more care- less, and some of them with a more masterly, touch than Keats as yet, on commoner chords of the human spirit, as Moore, Scott, and Byron. In Keats's volume every one could see the faults, while the beauties appealed only to the poetically minded. It seems to have had a moderate sale at first, but after the first few weeks none at all. The poet, or at all events his brothers for him, were inclined, 66 KEATS. [chap. hi. apparently with little reason, to blame their friends the publishers for the failure. On the 29th of April we find the brothers Oilier replying to a letter of George Keats in dudgeon: "We regret that your brother ever requested us to publish his book, or that our opinion of its talent should have led us to acquiesce in undertaking it. We are, however, much obliged to you for relieving us from the unpleasant necessity of declining any further connex- ion with it, which we must have done, as we think the curiosity is satisfied, and the sale has dropped." One of their customers, they go on to say, had, a few days ago, hurt their feelings as men of business and of taste by call- ing it " no better than a take in." A fortnight before the date of this letter Keats had left London. Haydon had been urging on him, not injudi- ciously, the importance of seclusion and concentration of mind. We find him writing to Reynolds soon after the publication of his volume : " My brothers are anxious that I should go by myself into the country; they have al- ways 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." And on the 14th of April he in fact started for the Isle of Wight, intending to devote himself entirely to study, and to make immediately a fresh start upon Endymion. CHAPTER IV. Excursion to Isle of Wight, Margate, and Canterbury. — Summer at Hampstead. — New friends: Dilke, Brown, Bailey. — With Bailey at Oxford.— Return : Old Friends at Odds.— Burford Bridge.— Win- ter at Hampstead. — Wordsworth, Lamb, Hazlitt. — Poetical Activ- ity. — Spring at Teignmouth. — Studies and Anxieties. — Marriage and Emigration of George Keats. [April, 1817 — May, 1818.] As soon as Keats reached the Isle of Wight, on April 10, 1817, he went to see Shanklin and Carisbrooke, and after some hesitation between the two, decided on a lodg- ing at the latter place. The next day he writes to Reyn- olds that he has spent the morning arranging the books and prints he had brought with him, adding to the latter one of Shakspeare which he had found in the passage, and which had particularly pleased him. He speaks with en- thusiasm of the beauties of Shanklin, but in a postscript written the following day mentions that he has been nerv ous from want of sleep, and much haunted by the passage in Lear, "Do you not hear the sea?" — adding without farther preface his own famous sea-sonnet beginning, "It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns." In the same postscript Keats continues : "I find I cannot do without poetry — without eternal poetry; half the day will not do— the whole of it. I began with a little, but habit 68 KEATS. [chap. 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. ... I shall forthwith begin my Endymion, which I hope I shall have got some way with before you come, when we will read our verses in a delightful place I have set my heart upon, near the Castle." The Isle of Wight, however, Keats presently found, did not suit him, and Haydon's prescription of solitude proved too trying. He fell into a hind of fever of thought and sleeplessness which lie thought it wisest to try and shake off by flight. Early in May we find him writing to Leigh Hunt from Margate, where he had already stayed the year before, and explaining the reasons of his change of abode. Later in the same letter, endeavouring to measure his own powers against the magnitude of the task to which he has committed himself, he falls into a vein like that which we have seen recurring once and again in his verses during the preceding year, the vein of awed self-questioning, and tragic presentiment uttered half in earnest and half in jest. The next day we find him writing a long and intimate, very characteristic letter to Ilaydon, signed " Your everlast- ing friend," and showing the first signs of the growing in- fluence which Ilaydon was beginning to exercise over him in antagonism to the influence of Leigh Hunt. Keats was quite shrewd enough to feel for himself, after a little while, the touches of vanity, fuss, and affectation, the lack of depth and strength, in the kind and charming nature of Hunt, and quite loyal enough to value his excellences none the less, and hold him in grateful and undiminished friend- ship. But Haydon, between whom and Hunt there was by degrees arising a coolness, must needs have Keats see things as he saw them. " I love you like my own brother," iv.] MARGATE. 69 insists he : " beware, for God's sake, of the delusions and sophistications that are ripping up the talents and morality of our friend ! He will go out of the world the victim of his own weakness and the dupe of his own self-delusions, with the contempt of his enemies and the sorrow of his friends, and the cause he undertook to support injured by his own neglect of character." There is a lugubrious irony in these words, when we remember how Haydon, a self- deluder indeed, came to realize at last the very fate he here prophesies for another — just when Hunt, the harass- ing and often sordid, ever brightly borne, troubles of his earlier life left behind him, was passing, surrounded by af- fection, into the haven of a peaceful and bland old age. But for a time, under the pressure of Haydon's masterful exhortations, we find Keats inclining to take an exagger- ated and slightly impatient view of the foibles of his ear- lier friend. Amono- other interesting confessions to be found in Keats's letter to Haydon from Margate is that of the fan- cy — almost the sense — which often haunted him of de- pendence on the tutelary genius of Shakspeare : " I remember your saying that you had notions of a good genius presiding over you. I have lately had the same thought, for tilings which I do half at random are afterwards confirmed by my judg- ment in a dozen features of propriety. Is it too daring to fancy Shakspeare this presider ? 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 ominous of good ?" Next he lays his finger on the great secret flaw in his own nature, describing it in words which the after issue of his life will keep but too vividly and constantly before our VO KEATS. [chap. minds: "Truth is, I have a horrid Morbidity of Tempera- ment, 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, it is likely to be the cause of my disappointment." Was it that, in this seven-montlis' child of a consumptive mother, some unhealth of mind as well as body was congenital ? — or was it that, along with what seems his Celtic intensity of feeling and imagination, he had inherited a special share of that inward gloom which the reverses of their history have stamped, according to some, on the mind of the Celtic race? We cannot tell, but certain it is that along with the spirit of delight, ever creating and multiplying images of beauty and joy, there dwelt in Keats's bosom an almost equally busy and invent- ive spirit of self-torment. The fit of dejection which led to the remark above quoted had its immediate cause in apprehensions of money difficulties conveyed to Keats in a letter from his brother George. The trust funds of which Mr. Abbey had the disposal for the benefit of the orphans, under the deed .executed by Mrs. Jennings, amounted approximately to £8000/ of which the capital was divisible among them on their coming of age, and the interest was to be applied to their maintenance in the meantime. But the interest of John's share had been insufficient for his professional and other expenses during his term of medical study at Edmonton and London, and much of his capital had been anticipated to meet them : p'resumably in the form of loans raised on the security of his expectant share. Simi- lar advances had also been for some time necessary to the invalid Tom for his support, and latterly — since he left the employment of Mr. Abbey — to George as well. It is 1 See Appendix, p. 219. iv.] MARGATE— CANTERBURY— HAMPSTEAD. VI clear that the arrangements for obtaining these advances were made both wasteful ly and grudgingly. It is further plain that the brothers were very insufficiently informed of the state of their affairs. In the meantime John Keats was already beginning to discount his expectations from literature. Before or about the time of his rupture with the Olliers he had made the acquaintance of those excel- lent men, Messrs. Taylor and Hessey, who were shortly, as publishers of the London Magazine, to gather about them on terms of cordial friendship a group of contributors com- prising more than half the choicest spirits of the day. With them, especially with Mr. Taylor, who was himself a student and writer of independent, somewhat eccentric ability and research, Keats's relations were excellent from first to last, generous on their part, and affectionate and confidential on his. He had made arrangements with them, apparently before leaving London, for the eventual publication of En- dymion, and from Margate we find him acknowledging a first payment received in advance. Now and again after- wards he turns to the same friends for help at a pinch, adding once, " I am sure you are confident of my responsi- bility, and of the sense of squareness that is always in me;" nor did they at any time belie his expectation. From Margate, where he had already made good prog- ress with Endymion, Keats went with his brother Tom to spend some time at Canterbury. Thence they moved, early in the summer, to lodgings kept by a Mr. and Mrs. Bentley in Well Walk, Hampstead, where the three brothers had decided to take up their abode together. Here he con- tinued through the summer to work steadily at Endymion, being now well advanced with the second book ; and some of his friends, as Haydon, Cowden Clarke, and Severn, re- membered all their lives afterwards the occasions when 4* F 72 KEATS. [chap. they walked with him on the heath, while he repeated to them, in his rich and tremulous, half-chanting tone, the newly written passages which best pleased him. From his poetical absorption and Elysian dreams they were accus- tomed to see him at a touch come back to daily life ; some- times to sympathize heart and soul with their affairs, some- times in a burst of laughter, nonsense, and puns (it was a punning age, and the Keatses were a very punning family), sometimes with a sudden flash of his old schoolboy pug- nacity and fierceness of righteous indignation. To this summer or the following winter, it is not quite certain which, belongs the well-known story of his thrashing in stand-up fight a stalwart young butcher whom he had found tormenting a cat (a " ruffian in livery," according to one account, but the butcher version is the best attested). For the rest, the choice of Hampstead as a place of resi- dence had much to recommend it to Keats : the freshness of the air for the benefit of the invalid Tom ; for his own walks and meditations those beauties of heath, field, and wood, interspersed with picturesque embosomed habita- tions, which his imagination could transmute at will into the landscapes of Arcadia, or into those, " with high ro- mances blent," of an earlier England or of fable-land. For society there was the convenient proximity to, and yet se- clusion from, London, together with the immediate neigh- bourhood of one or two intimate friends. Among these, Keats frequented as familiarly as ever the cottage in the Vale of Health where Leigh Hunt was still living — a kind of self-appointed poet-laureate of Hampstead, the features of which he was for ever celebrating, now in sonnets and now in the cheerful singsong of his familiar Epistles : " And yet how can I touch, and not linger awhile On the spot that has haunted my youth like a smile ? iv.] NEW FRIENDS: DILKE AND BROWN. 73 On its fine breathing prospects, its clump-wooded glades, Dark pines, and white houses, and long-alley'd shades, With fields going down, where the bard lies and sees The hills up above him with roofs in the trees." Several effusions of this kind, with three sonnets addressed to Keats himself, some translations from the Greek, and a not ungraceful mythological poem, the Nymphs, were pub- lished early in the following year by Leigh Hunt in a vol- ume called Foliage, which helped to draw down on him and his friends the lash of Tory criticism. Near the foot of the heath, in the opposite direction from Hunt's cottage, lived two new friends of Keats who had been introduced to him by Reynolds, and with whom he was soon to become extremely intimate. These were Charles Wentworth Dilke and Charles Armitage Brown (or plain Charles Brown, as he at this time styled himself). Dilke was a young man of twenty-nine, by birth belong- ing to a younger branch of the Dilkes of Maxstoke Castle, by profession a clerk in the Navy Pay-office, and by opin- ions at this time a firm disciple of Godwin. He soon gave himself up altogether to literary and antiquarian studies, and lived, as every one knows, to be one of the most ac- complished and influential of English critics and journal- ists, and for many years editor and chief owner of the Athenceum. No two men could well be more unlike in mind than Dilke and Keats : Dilke positive, bent on cer- tainty, and unable, as Keats says, " to feel he has a per- sonal identity unless he has made up his mind about every- thing ;" while Keats, on his part, held that " the only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing — to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts." Nevertheless, the two took to each other and became fast friends. Dilke had married young, and built 74 KEATS. L CIIAP - himself, a year or two before Keats knew him, a modest semi-detached house in a good-sized garden near the lower end of Hampstead Heath, at the bottom of what is now John Street : the other part of the same block being built and inhabited by his friend Charles Brown. This Brown was the son of a Scotch stockbroker living in Lambeth. He was born in 1786, and while almost a boy went out to join one of his brothers in a merchant's business at St. Petersburg ; but the business failing, he returned to Eng- land in 1808, and lived as he could for the next few years, until the death of another brother put him in possession of a small competency. He had a taste, and some degree of talent, for literature, and held strongly Radical opinions. In 1S10 he wrote an opera on a Russian subject, called Narensky, which was brought out at the Lyceum, with Braham in the principal part ; and at intervals during the next twenty years many criticisms, talcs, and translations from the Italian, chiefly printed in the various periodicals edited by Leigh Hunt. When Keats first knew him, Brown was a young man already of somewhat middle- aged appearance, stout, bald, and spectacled — a kindly com- panion, and jovial, somewhat free liver, with a good meas- ure both of obstinacy and caution lying in reserve, more Scotico, under his pleasant and convivial outside. It is clear by his relation^ with Keats that his heart was warm, and that w r hen once attached, he was capable not only of appreciation but of devotion. After the poet's death Brown went to Italy, and became the friend of Trelawney, whom he helped with the composition of the Adventures of a Younger Son, and of Landor, at whose villa near Florence Lord Houghton first met him in 1832. Two years later he returned to England, and settled at Plym- outh, where he continued to occupy himself with litera- iv] NEW FRIENDS: BAILEY. V5 tare and journalism, and particularly with his chief work, an essay, ingenious and in part sound, on the autobio- graphical poems of Shakspeare. Thoughts of Keats, and a wish to be his biographer, never left him, until in 1841 he resolved suddenly to emigrate to New Zealand, and de- parted leaving his materials in Lord Houghton's hands. A year 'afterwards he died of apoplexy^ the settlement of New Plymouth, now called Taranaki. 1 Yet another friend of Reynolds, who in these months attached himself with a warm affection to Keats, was Ben- jamin Bailey, an Oxford undergraduate reading for the Church, afterwards Archdeacon of Colombo. Bailey was a great lover of books, devoted especially to Milton among past and to Wordsworth among present poets. For his earnestness and integrity of character Keats conceived a strong respect, and a hearty liking for his person, and much of what was best in his own nature, and deepest in his mind and cogitations, was called out in the inter- course that ensued between them. In the course of this summer, 1817, Keats had been invited by Shelley to stay with him at Great Marlow, and Hunt, ever anxious that the two young poets should be friends, pressed him strong- ly to accept the invitation. It is said by Mcdwin, but the statement is not confirmed by other evidence, that Shelley and Keats had set about their respective " summer tasks," the composition of Laon and Oythna and of Endymion, by mutual agreement and in a spirit of friendly rivalry. i The facts and dates relating to Brown in the above paragraph were furnished by his son, still living in New Zealand, to Mr. Leslie Stephen from whom I have them. The point about the Adventures of a Younger Son is confirmed by the fact that the mottoes in that work are mostly taken from the Keats MSS., then in Brown's hands, especially Otho. 76 KEATS. [chap. Keats, at an)' rate, declined his brother poet's invitation, in order, as lie said, that he might have his own unfettered scope. Later in the same summer, while his brothers were away on a trip to Paris, he accepted an invitation of Bailey to come to Oxford, and stayed there during the last five or six weeks of the Long Vacation. Here he wrote the third book of Endymion, working steadily every morning, and composing with great facility his regular average of fifty lines a day. The afternoons they would spend in walking or boating on the Isis, and Bailey has feelingly recorded the pleasantness of their days, and of their dis- cussions on life, literature, and the mysteries of things. He tells of the sweetness of Keats's temper and charm of his conversation, and of the gentleness and respect with which the hot young liberal and free-thinker would listen to his host's exposition of his own orthodox convictions; describes his enthusiasm in quoting Chatterton and in dwelling on passages of Wordsworth's poetry, particularly from the Tintern Abbey and the Ode on Immortality ; and recalls his disquisitions on the harmony of numbers and other technicalities of his art, the power of his thrilling looks and low-voiced recitations, his vividness of inner life, and intensity of quiet enjoyment during their field and river rambles and excursions. 1 One special occasion of pleasure was a pilgrimage they made together to Stratford- on-Avon. From Oxford are some of the letters written by Keats in his happiest vein : to Reynolds, and his sister Miss Jane Reynolds, afterwards Mrs. Tom Hood ; to Play- don ; and to his young sister Frances Mary, or Fanny, as she was always called (now Mrs. Llanos). George Keats, writing to this sister after John's death, speaks of the times " when we lived with our grandmother at Edmon- 1 Houghton MSS. iv.] WITH BAILEY AT OXFORD. 11 ton, and John, Tom, and myself were always devising plans to amuse you, jealous lest you should prefer either of us to the others." Since those times Keats had seen little of her, Mr. Abbey having put her to a boarding-school be- fore her grandmother's death, and afterwards taken her into his own house at Walthamstow, where the visits of her poet brother were not encouraged. " He often," writes Bailey, " spoke to me of his sister, who was somehow with- holden from him, with great delicacy and tenderness of affection ;" and from this time forward we find him main- taining with her a correspondence which shows his charac- ter in its most attractive light. He bids her keep all his letters and he will keep hers — " and thus in the course of time we shall each of us have a good bundle — which here- after, 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." He tells her about Oxford and about his work, and gives her a sketch of the story of Endymion — " but I dare say you have read this and all other beautiful tales which have come down to us from the ancient times of that beautiful Greece." Early in October Keats returned to Hampstead, whence he writes to Bailey, noticing with natural indignation the ruffianly first article of the Cockney School series, which had just appeared in Blackwood' 's Magazine for that month. In this the special object of attack was Leigh Hunt, but there were allusions to Keats which seemed to indicate that his own turn was coming. What made him more seriously uneasy were signs of discord springing up among his friends, and of attempts on the part of some of them to set him against others. Haydon had now given up his studio in Great Marlborough Street for one in Lis- 78 KEATS. [chap. son Grove ; and Hunt, having left the Vale of Health, was living close by him at a lodging in the same street. " I know nothing of anything in this part of the world," writes Keats: "everybody seems at loggerheads." And he goes on to say how Hunt and Haydon are on uncom- fortable terms, and " live, pour ainsi dire, jealous neigh- bours. Haydon says to me, ' Keats, don't show your lines to Hunt on any account, or he will have done half for you' — so it appears Hunt wishes it to be thought." With more accounts of warnings he had received from common friends that Hunt was not feeling or speaking cordially about Endymion. " Now is not all this a most paltry thing to think about? . . . This is, to be sure, but the vexation of a day; nor would I say so much about it to any but those whom I know to have my welfare and reputation at heart." ! When, three months later, Keats showed Hunt the first book of his poem in proof, the lat- ter found many faults. It is clear he was to some extent honestly disappointed in the work itself. He may also have been chagrined at not having been taken more fully into confidence during its composition ; and what he said to others was probably due partly to such chagrin, partly to nervousness on behalf of his friend's reputation : for of double-facedncss or insincerity in friendship w r e know by a hundred evidences that Hunt was incapable. Keats, however, after what he had heard, was by no means with- out excuse when he wrote to his brothers concerning Hunt — not unkindly, or making much of the matter — " the fact is, he and Shelley are hurt, and perhaps justly, at my not having showed them the affair officiously; and from sev- eral hints I have had, they appear much disposed to dis- sect and anatomize any trip or slip I may have made. But 1 See Appendix, p. 222. IV -] OLD FRIENDS AT ODDS. 79 who's afraid ?" Keats was not the man to let this kind of thing disturb seriously his relations with a friend; and writing about the same time to Bailey, still concerning the dissensions in the circle, he expounds the practical philoso- phy of friendship with truly admirable good sense and feeling : "Things have happened lately of great perplexity; you must have . heard of "them; Reynolds and Haydon retorting and recriminating, and parting forever. The same thing has happened between Haydon and Hunt. It is unfortunate: men should bear with each other; there lives not the man who may not be cut up, aye, lashed to pieces, on his weakest side. The best of men have but a portion of good in them— a kind of spiritual yeast in their frames, which creates the fer- ment of existence— by which a man is propelled to act and strive, and buffet with circumstance. The sure way, Bailey, is first to know a man's faults, and then be passive. If after that he insensibly draws you towards him, then you have no power to break the link. Before I felt interested in either Reynolds or Haydon, I was well-read in their faults ; yet, knowing them both, I have been cementing grad- ually with both. I have an affection for them both, for reasons al- most opposite ; and to both must I of necessity cling, supported al- ways by the hope that when a little time, a few years, shall have tried me more fully in their esteem, I may be able to bring them together. This time must come, because they have both hearts ; and they will recollect the best parts of each other when this gust is overblown." Keats had, in the meantime, been away on another au- tumn excursion into the country: this time to Burford Bridge, near Dorking. Here he passed pleasantly the lat- ter part of November, much absorbed in the study of Shakspeare's minor poems and sonnets, and in the task of finishing Endymion. He had thus all but succeeded in carrying out the hope which he had expressed in the open- ing passage of the poem : " Many and many a verse I hope to write, Before the daisies, vermeil rimm'd and white, 80 KEATS. [chap. Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas, I must be near the middle of my story. may no wintry season, bare and hoary, See it half finished; but let Autumn bold, With universal tinge of sober gold, Be all about me when I make an end." Returning to Harapstead, Keats spent the first part of the winter in comparative rest from literary work. Ilis chief occupation was in revising and seeing Endymion through the press, with much help from the publisher, Mr. Taylor, varied by occasional essays in dramatic criticism, and as the spring began, by the composition of a number of mi- nor incidental poems. In December he lost the compan- ionship of his brothers, who went to winter in Devonshire for the sake of Tom's health. But in other company he was at this time mixing freely. The convivial gatherings of the young men of his own circle were frequent, the fun high, the discussions on art and literature boisterous, and varied with a moderate, evidently never a very serious, amount of card-playing, drinking, and dissipation. From these gatherings Keats was indispensable, and more than welcome in the sedater literary circle of his publishers, Messrs. Taylor & Hessey, men as strict in conduct and opinion as they were good-hearted. His social relations began, indeed, in the course of this winter to extend them- selves more than he much cared about, or thought con- sistent with proper industry. We find him dining with Horace Smith in company with some fashionable wits, con- cerning whom he reflects : " They only served to convince me how superior humour is to wit in respect to enjoyment. These men say things which make one start, without mak- ing one feel ; they are all alike ; their manners are alike ; IV .] WINTER AT IIAMPSTEAD. 81 they all know fashionables ; they have all a mannerism in their very eating- and drinking-, in their mere handling a dceanter. They talked of Kean and his low company. ' Would I were with that company instead of yours,' said I to myself." Men of ardent and deep natures, whether absorbed in the realities of experience or in the ideals of art and imagination, are apt to be affected in this way by the conventional social sparkle which is only struck from and only illuminates the surface. Hear, on the other hand, with what pleasure and insight, what sympathy of genius for genius, Keats writes after seeing the great tragedian last mentioned interpret the inner and true passions of the soul : " The sensual life of verse springs warm from the lips of Kean His tongue must seem to have robbed the Hybla bees and left them honeyless ! There is an indescribable gusto in his voice, by which we feel that the utterer is thinking of the past and future while speak- ing of the instant. When he says in Othello, 'Put up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them,' we feel that his throat had com- manded where swords were as thick as reeds. From eternal risk, he speaks as though his body were unassailable. Again, his exclama- tion of ' blood ! blood ! blood !' is direful and slaughterous to the last degree ; the very words appear stained and gory. His nature hangs over them, making a prophetic repast. The voice is loosed on them, like the wild dogs on the savage relics of an eastern conflict; and we can distinctly hear it ' gorging and growling o'er carcase and limb.' In Richard, ' Be stirring with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk !' came from him as through the morning atmosphere towards which he yearns." It was in the Christmas weeks of 1817-18 that Keats undertook the office of theatrical critic for the Champion newspaper in place of Reynolds, who was away at Exeter. Early in January he writes to his brothers of the pleasure he has had in seeino- their sister, who had been brought to 82 KEAT.S. [chap. London for the Christmas holidays, and tells them how he has called on and been asked to dine by Wordsworth, whom he had met on the 28th of December at a supper given by Haydon. This is the famous Sunday supper, or "immor- tal dinner," as Haydon calls it, which is described at length in one of the most characteristic passages of the painter's Autobiography. Besides Wordsworth and Keats and the host, there were present Charles Lamb and Monkhouse. "Wordsworth's fine intonation as he quoted Milton and Virgil, Keats's eager inspired look, Lamb's quaint sparkle of lambent humour, so speeded the stream of conversation," says Haydon," that I never passed a more delightful time." Later in the evening came in Ritchie, the African traveller, just about to start on the journey to Fezzan on which he died, besides a self-invited guest in the person of one King- ston, Comptroller of Stamps, a foolish, good-natured gen- tleman, recommended only by his admiration for Words- worth. Presently Lamb, getting fuddled, lost patience with the platitudes of Mr. Kingston, and began making fun of him, with pranks and personalities which to Haydon ap- peared hugely funny, but which Keats, in his letter to his brothers, mentions with less relish, saying, " Lamb got tip- sy and blew up Kingston, proceeding so far as to take the candle across the room, hold it to his face, and show us what a soft fellow he was." 1 Keats saw Wordsworth of- ten in the next few weeks after their introduction at Hay- don's, but has left us no personal impressions of the elder poet, except a passing one of surprise at finding him one day preparing to dine, in a stiff collar and his smartest clothes, with his aforesaid unlucky admirer, Mr. Comptrol- ler Kingston. W^e know from other sources that he was once persuaded to recite to Wordsworth the Hymn to Pan 1 See Appendix, p. 222. it.] WORDSWORTH— LAMB— HAZLITT. 83 from Endymion. " A pretty piece of Paganism," remark- ed Wordsworth, according to his usual encouraging way with a brother poet; and Keats was thought to have winced under the frigidity. Independently of their per- sonal relations, the letters of Keats show that Words- worth's poetry continued to be much in his thoughts throughout these months, what he has to say of it varying according to the frame of mind in which he writes. In the enthusiastic mood he declares, and within a few days again insists, that there are three things to rejoice at in the present age : " The Excursion, Haydon's Pictures, and Hazlitt's depth of Taste." This mention of the name of Hazlitt brings us to another intellectual influence which somewhat powerfully affected Keats at this time. On the liberal side in politics and criticism there was no more ef- fective or more uncertain free lance than that eloquent and splenetic writer, with his rich, singular, contradictory gifts, his intellect equally acute and fervid, his temperament both enthusiastic and morose, his style at once rich and incisive. The reader acquainted with Hazlitt's manner will easily recognize its influence on Keats in the fragment of stage criticism above quoted. Hazlitt was at this time delivering his course of lectures on the English poets at the Surrey Institution, and Keats was among his regular attendants. With Hazlitt personally, as with Lamb, his intercourse at Haydon's and elsewhere seems to have been frequent and friendly, but not intimate; and Haydon complains that it was only after the death of Keats that he could get Haz- litt to acknowledge his genius. Of Haydon himself, and of his powers as a painter, we see by the words above quoted that Keats continued to think as highly as ever. He had, as Severn assures us, a keen natural instinct for the arts both of painting and mu- 84 KEATS. [chap. sic. Cowdcn Clarke's piano-playing had been a delight to him at school, and he tells us himself how from a boy he had in his mind's eye visions of pictures : " When a school- boy, the abstract idea I had of an heroic painting was what I cannot describe. I saw it somewhat sideways — large, prominent, round, and coloured with magnificence — some- what like the feel I have of Anthony and Cleopatra. Or of Alcibiades leaning on his crimson couch in his galley, his broad shoulders imperceptibly heaving with the sea." In Haydon's pictures Keats continued to see, as the friends and companions of every ardent and persuasive worker in the arts are apt to see, not so much the actual performance as the idea he had preconceived of it in the light of his friend's intentions and enthusiasm. At this time Ilaydon, who had already made several drawings of Keats's head in order to introduce it in his picture of Christ entering Je- rusalem, proposed to make another more finished, "to be engraved," writes Keats, " in the first style, and put at the head of my poem, saying, at the same time, he had never done the thing for any human being, and that it must have considerable effect, as he will put his name to it," Both poet and publisher were delighted with this condescension on the part of the sublime Haydon, who failed, however, to carry out his promise. "My neglect," said Haydon, long afterwards, " really gave him a pang, as it now does me." With Hunt, also, Keats's intercourse continued frequent, while with Reynolds his intimacy grew daily closer. Both of these friendships had a stimulating influence on his poetic powers. "The Wednesday before last, Shelley, Hunt, and I wrote each a sonnet on the river Nile," he tells his brothers on the 16th of February, 1818. "I have been writing at intervals many songs and sonnets, and I iv.] POETICAL ACTIVITY. 85 long to be at Teignmouth to read them over to you." With, the help of Keats's manuscripts, or of the transcripts made from them by his friends, it is possible to retrace the actual order of many of these fugitive pieces. On the 16th of January was written the humourous sonnet on Mrs. Reyn- olds's cat; on the 21st, after seeing in Leigh Hunt's pos- session a lock of hair reputed to be Milton's, the address to that poet beginning " Chief of organic numbers !" and on the 22d the sonnet, " golden-tongued Romance with serene lute," in which Keats describes himself as lay- ing aside (apparently) his Spenser in order to read again the more rousing and human - passionate pages of Lear. On the 31st he sends in a letter to Reynolds the lines to Apollo beginning " Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port," and in the same letter the sonnet beginning " When I have fears that I may cease to be," which he calls his last. On the 3d of February he wrote the spirited lines to Robin Hood, suggested by a set of sonnets by Reynolds on Sher- wood Forest; on the 4th the sonnet beginning "Time's sea has been five years at its slow ebb," in which he re- calls the memory of an old, otherwise unrecorded love- fancy, and also the well-known sonnet on the Nile, written at Hunt's in competition with that friend and with Shelley ; on the 5th another sonnet postponing compliance for the present with an invitation of Leigh Hunt's to compose something in honour, or in emulation, of Spenser ; and on the 8th the sonnet in praise of the colour blue, composed by way of protest against one of Reynolds. About the same time Keats agreed with Reynolds that they should each write some metrical tales from Boccaccio, and pub- lish them in a joint volume, and began at once for his own part with Isabella or the Pot of Basil. A little later in this so prolific month of February we find him rejoic- 86 KEATS. ' [chap. ing in the song of the thrush and blackbird, and melted into feelings of indolent pleasure and receptivity under the influence of spring winds and dissolving rain. He theorizes pleasantly in a letter to Reynolds on the virtues and benefits of this state of mind, translating the thrush's music into some blank-verse lines of a singular and haunt- ing melody. In the course of the next fortnight we find him in correspondence with Taylor about the corrections to Endymion, and soon afterwards making a clearance of borrowed books, and otherwise preparing to flit. His brother George, who had been taking care of Tom at Teignmouth since December, was now obliged to come to town, bent on a scheme of marriage and emigration ; and Tom's health having made a momentary rally, Keats was unwilling that he should leave Teignmouth, and deter- mined to join him there. He started in the second week of March, and stayed almost two months. It was an un- lucky season for weather — the soft -buffeting sheets and misty drifts of Devonshire rain renewing themselves, in the inexhaustible way all lovers of that country know, throughout almost the whole spring, and preventing him from getting more than occasional tantalizing snatches of enjoyment in the beauty of the scenery, the walks, and flowers. His letters are full of objurgations against the climate, conceived in a spirit which seems hardly compati- ble, in one of his strong family feeling, with the tradition which represents his father to have been a Devonshire man : " You may say what you will of Devonshire : the truth is, it is a splashy, rain} 7 , misty, snowy, foggy, haify, floody, muddy, slipshod county. The hills are very beautiful, when you get a sight of 'em; the primroses are out — but then you are in ; the cliffs are of a fine deep colour, but then the clouds are continually vicing with them. . . . iv.] LETTER TO REYNOLDS. 87 I fancy the very air of a deteriorating quality. I fancy the flowers, all precocious, have an Acrasian spell about them ; I feel able to beat off the Devonshire waves like soap-froth. I tnink it well for the honour of Britain that Julius Caesar did not first land in this county. A Devonshirer, standing on his native hills, is not a distinct object ; he does not show against the light ; a wolf or two would dispossess him." 1 Besides his constant occupation in watching and cheer- ing his invalid brother, who had a relapse just after he came down, Keats was busy daring these Devonshire days seeing through the press the last sheets of Endymion. He also composed, with the exception of the few verses he had begun at Hampstead, the whole of Isabella, the first of his longer poems written with real maturity of art and certainty of touch. At the same time he was reading and appreciating Milton as he had never done before. With the minor poems he had been familiar from a boy, but had not been attracted by Paradise Lost until first Severn, and then more energetically Bailey, had insisted that this was a reproach to him ; and he now turned to that poem, and penetrated with the grasp and swiftness of genius, as his marginal criticisms show, into the very essence of its pow- er and beauty. His correspondence with his friends, par- ticularly Bailey and Reynolds, is, during this same time, unusually sustained and full. It was in all senses mani- festly a time with Keats of rapidly maturing power, and in some degree also of threatening gloom. The mysteries of existence and of suffering, and the " deeps of good and evil/' were beginning for the first time to press habitually on his thoughts. In that beautiful and interesting letter to Reynolds, in which he makes the comparison of human life to a mansion of many apartments, it is his own present state which he thus describes : 'See Appendix, p. 222. 5 G 88 KEATS. [chap. " We no sooner get into the second chamber, which I shall call the Chamber of Maiden-thought, than we become intoxicated with the light and the atmosphere. We see nothing but pleasant wonders, and think of delaying there forever in delight. However, among the effects this breathing is father of, is that tremendous one of sharpen- ing one's vision into the heart and nature of man, of convincing one's nerves that the world is full of misery and heartbreak, pain, sick- ness, and oppression, whereby this Chamber of Maiden-thought be- comes gradually darkened, and at the same time, on all sides of it, many doors are set open — but all dark — all leading to dark passages. We see not the balance of good and evil ; we are in a mist, we are in that state, we feel the ' Burden of the Mystery.' " A few weeks earlier, addressing to the same friend the last of his rhymed Epistles, Keats had thus expressed the mood which came upon him as he sat taking the beauty of the evening on a rock at the sea's edge : " 'Twas a quiet eve, The rocks were silent, the wide sea did weave An untumultuous fringe of silver foam Along the flat brown sand ; I was at home, And should have been most happy — but I saw Too far into the sea, where every maw The greater or the less feeds evermore : But I saw too distinct into the core Of an eternal fierce destruction, And so from happiness I far was gone. Still am I sick of it, and tho' to-day I've gathered young spring leaves, and flowers gay Of periwinkle and wild strawberry, Still do I that most fierce destruction see — The Shark at savage prey, the Hawk at pounce, The gentle Robin, like a Pard or Ounce, Ravening a worm. Away, ye horrid moods ! Moods of one's mind !" In a like vein, recalling to Bailey a chance saying of his, " Why should woman suffer?" — "Aye, why should she?" iv.] EMIGRATION OF GEORGE KEATS. 89 writes Keats. " 'By heavens, I'd coin my very soul, and drop my blood for drachmas.' These things are, and he who feels how incompetent the most skyey knight-errantry is to heal this bruised fairness, is like a sensitive leaf on the hot hand of thought." And again, " Were it in my choice, I would reject a Petrarchal coronation — on account of my dying- day, and because women have cancers. I should not by rights speak in this tone to you, for it is an incendiary spirit that would do so." Not the general tribulations of the race only, but par- ticular private anxieties, were pressing in these days on Keats's thoughts. The shadow of illness, though it had hitherto scarcely touched himself, hung menacingly not only over his brother but his best friends. He speaks of it in a tone of courage and gayety which his real appre- hensions, we can feel, belie. "Banish money "—he had written in FalstafTs vein, at starting for the Isle of Wight a year ago — "Banish sofas — Banish wine — Banish music; but right Jack Health, honest Jack Health, true Jack Health — Banish Health and Banish all the world." Writ- ing now from Teignmouth to Reynolds, who was down during these weeks with rheumatic fever, he complains laughingly, but with an undercurrent of sad foreboding, how he can go nowhere but Sickness is of the company, and says his friends will have to cut that fellow, or he must cut them. Nearer and more pressing than such apprehensions was the pain of a family break-up now imminent. George Keats had made up his mind to emigrate to America, and em- bark his capital, or as much of it as he could get posses- sion of, in business there. Besides the wish to push his own fortunes, a main motive of this resolve on George's part was the desire to be in a position as quickly as possi- 90 KEATS. [chap. ble to help, or, if need be, support his poet-brother. He persuaded the girl to whom he had long been attached, Miss Wylie, to share his fortunes, and it was settled that they were to be married and sail early in the summer. Keats came up from Teignmouth in May to see the last of his brother, and he and Tom settled again in their old lodgings in Well Walk. He had a warm affection and re- gard for his new sister-in-law, and was in so far delighted for George's sake. But at the same time he felt life and its prospects overcast. He writes to Bailey, after his out- burst about the sufferings of women, that he is never alone now without rejoicing that there is such a thing as death — without placing his ultimate in the glory of dying for a great human purpose. And after recounting his causes of depression he recovers himself, and concludes : " Life must be undergone; and I certainly derive some consola- tion from the thought of writing one or two more poems before it ceases." With reference to his poem then just appearing, and the year's work it represented, Keats was under no illusions whatever. From an early period in its composition he had fully realised its imperfections, and had written : " My ideas of it are very low, and I would write the subject thoroughly again but I am tired of it, and think the time would be better spent in writing a new romance, which I have in my eye for next summer. Rome was not built in a day, and all the good I expect from my employment this- summer is the fruit of experience which I hope to gather in my next poem." * The habit of close self-observation and self-criticism is in most natures that possess it allied with vanity and egoism ; but it was not so in Keats, who, without a shadow of affectation, judges himself, both in his strength and weakness, as the most clear-sighted and iv.] DOUBTS OF SUCCESS. 91 disinterested friend might judge. He shows himself per- fectly aware that in writing Endymion he has rather been working off a youthful ferment of the mind than produc- ing a sound or satisfying work of poetry ; and when the time comes to write a preface to the poem, after a first at- tempt lacking reticence and simplicity, and abandoned at the advice of Reynolds, lie in the second quietly and beau- tifully says of his own work all that can justly be said in its dispraise. He warns the reader to expect "great inex- perience, immaturity, and every error denoting a feverish attempt rather than a deed accomplished ;" and adds most unboastfully : "It is just that this youngster should die away : a sad thought for me, if I had not some hope that while it is dwindling I may be plotting and fitting myself for verses fit to live." The apprehensions expressed in these words have not been fulfilled ; and Endymion, so far from havino- died . away, lives to illustrate the maxim conveyed in its own now proverbial opening line. Immature as the poem truly is in touch and method, superabundant and confused as are the sweets which it offers to the mind, still it is a thing of far too much beauty, or at least of too many beauties, to perish. Every reader must take pleasure in some of its single passages and episodes, while to the student of the poetic art the work is interesting almost as much in its weakness as its strength. CHAPTER V. Endymion. In the old Grecian world, the myth of Endymion and Selene was one deeply rooted in various shapes in the popular traditions both of El is in the Peloponnese, and of the Ionian cities about the Latmian gulf in Caria. The central feature of the tale, as originally sung by Sappho, was the nightly descent of the goddess to kiss her lover where he lay spell-bound, by the grace of Zeus, in ever- lasting sleep and everlasting youth on Mount Latinos. The poem of Sappho is lost, and the story is not told at length in any of our extant classical writings, but only by way of allusion in some of the poets, as Theocritus, Apol- lonius Rhodius, and Ovid, and of the late prose-writers, as Lucian, Apollodorus, and Pausauias. Of such ancient sources Keats, of course, knew only what he found in his classical dictionaries. But references to the tale, as every one knows, form part of the stock repertory of classical allusion in modern literature; and several modern writers before Keats had attempted to handle the subject at length. In his own special range of Elizabethan readino- he was probably acquainted with Lyly's court comedy of Undimion, in prose, which had been edited, as it hap- pened, by his friend Dilke a few years before ; but in it he would have found nothing to his purpose. On the other hand, I think he certainly took hints from the Man chap, v.] "ENDYMION." 93 in the Moon of Michael Drayton. In this piece Drayton takes hold of two post-classical notions concerning the Endyraion myth, both in the first instance derived from Lucian— one, that which identifies its hero with the visible "man in the moon" of popular fancy, the other, that which rationalises his story, and explains him away as a personification or mythical representative of early astron- omy. These two distinct notions Drayton weaves togeth- er into a short tale in rhymed heroics, which he puts into the mouth of a shepherd at a feast of Pan. Like most of his writings, the Man in the Moon has strong gleams of poetry and fancy amidst much that is both puerile and pedantic. Critics, so far as I know, have overlooked Keats's debt to it ; but even granting that he may well have got elsewhere, or invented for himself, the notion of introducing bis story with a festival in honour of Pan, do not, at any rate, the following lines of Drayton contain evidently the hint for the wanderings on which Keats sends his hero (and for which antiquity affords no war- rant) through earth, sea, and air ? ! " Endymion now forsakes All the delights that shepherds do prefer, And sets his mind so generally on her That, all neglected, to the groves and springs He follows Phoebe, that him safely brings (As their great queen) unto the nymphish bowers, Where in clear rivers beautified with flowers The silver Naides bathe them in the bracke. Sometime with her the sea-horse he doth back Among the blue Nereides ; and when, Weary of waters, goddess-like again i In the extract I have modernized Drayton's spelling and endeav- oured to mend his punctuation : his grammatical constructions are past mending. 94 KEATS. [chap. She the high mountains actively assays,. And there amongst the light Oriades, That ride the swift roes, Phoebe doth resort : Sometime amongst those that with them comport The Hamadriades doth the woods frequent ; And there she stays not, but incontinent Galls down the dragons that her chariot draw, And with Endymion pleased that she saw, ffounteth thereon, in twinkling of an eye tripping the winds — " Fletcher, again — a writer with whom Keats was very familiar, and whose inspiration in the idyllic and lyric parts of his work is closely kindred to his own — Fletch- er in the Faithful Shepherdess makes Chloe tell, in lines beautifully paraphrased and amplified from Theocritu^ " How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she convey'd him softly in a sleep, His temples bound with poppy, to the steep Head of old Latraus, where she stoops each night, Gilding the mountain with her brother's light, To kiss her sweetest." The subject thus touched by Drayton and Fletcher had been long-, as we have seen already, in Keats's thoughts. Not only had the charm of this old pastoral nature-myth of the Greeks interwoven itself in his being with his natu- ral sensibility to the physical and spiritual spell of moon- light, but deeper and more abstract meanings than its own had gathered about the story in his mind. The di- vine vision which haunts Endymion in dreams is for Keats symbolical of Beauty itself, and it is the passion of the human soul for beauty which he attempts, more or less v.] "ENDYHION." 95 consciously, to shadow forth in the quest of the shepherd- prince after his love. 1 The manner in which Keats set about relating the Greek story, as he had thus conceived it, was as far from being a Greek or "classical" manner as possible. He in- deed resembles the Greeks, as we have seen, in his vivid sense of the joyous and multitudinous life of nature ; and he loved to follow them in dreaming of the powers of nature as embodied in concrete shapes of supernatural human activity and grace. Moreover, his intuitions for every kind of beauty being admirably swift and true, when he sought to conjure up visions of the classic past, or images from classic fable, he was able to do so often mag- ically well. To this extent Keats may justly be called, as he has been so often called, a Greek, but no farther. The rooted artistic instincts of that race, the instincts which taught them in all the arts alike, during the years when their genius was most itself, to select and simplify, reject- ing all beauties but the vital and essential, and paring away their material to the quick that the main masses might stand out unconfused, in just proportions and with outlines rigorously clear — these instincts had neither been implanted in Keats by nature, nor brought home to him by precept and example. Alike by his aims and his gifts, he was in his workmanship essentially " romantic," Gothic, English. A general characteristic of his favourite Eliza- bethan poetry is its prodigality of incidental and super- fluous beauties : even in the drama it takes the powers of a Shakspeare to keep the vital play of character and pas- sion unsmothered by them, and in most narrative poems of the age the quality is quite unchecked. To Keats, at 1 Mrs. Owen was, I think, certainly right in her main conception of an allegoric purpose vaguely underlying Keats's narrative. 5* 96 KEATS. [chap. the time when he wrote Endymion, such incidental and secondary luxuriance constituted an essential, if not the chief, charm of poetry. " I think poetry," he says, " should surprise by a fine excess ;" and with reference to his own poem during its progress, " It will be a test, a trial of my powers of imagination, and chiefly of my invention — which is a rare thing indeed — by which I must make 4000 lines of one bare circumstance, and fill them with poetry." The " one bare circumstance " of the story was in the result expanded through four long books of intricate and flowery narrative, in the course of which the young poet pauses continually to linger or deviate, amplifying every incident into a thousand circumstances, every passion into a world of subtleties. He interweaves with his central Endymion myth whatever others pleased him best, as those of Pan, of Venus and Adonis, of Cybele, of Alpheus and Arethusa, of Glaucus and Scylla, of Circe, of Neptune, and of Bacchus, leading us through labyrinthine trans- formations, and on endless journeyings by subterranean antres and aerial gulfs and over the floor of ocean. The scenery of the tale, indeed, is often not merely of a Gothic vastness and intricacy; there is something of Oriental bewilderment — an Arabian Nights jugglery with space and time — in the vague suddenness with which its changes are effected. Such organic plan as the poem has can best be traced by fixing our attention on the main divisions adopted by the author of his narrative into books, and by keeping hold at the same time, wherever we can, of the thread of allegoric thought and purpose that seems to run loosely through the whole. The first book, then, is entirely introductory, and does no more than set forth the predicament of the love-sick shepherd-prince, its hero, who appears at a festival of his people held in honour of the v.] ENDYMION." 9V god Pan, and is afterwards induced by his sister Peona 1 to confide to her the secret of the passion which consumes him. The account of the feast of Pan contains passages which in the quality of direct nature - interpretation are scarcely to be surpassed in poetry : " Rain-scented eglantine Gave temperate sweets to that well-wooing sun ; The lark was lost in him ; cold springs had run To warm their chilliest bubbles in the grass : Man's voice was on the mountains ; and the mass Of nature's lives and wonders puls'd tenfold, To feel this sun-rise and its glories old." What can be more fresh and stirring? what happier in rhythmical movement? or what more characteristic of the true instinct by which Keats, in dealing with nature, avoided word-painting and palette work, leaving all merely visible beauties, the stationary world of colours and forms, as they should be left, to the painter, and dealing, as poetry alone is able to deal, with those delights which are felt and divined rather than seen, with the living activities and operant magic of the earth ? Not less excellent is the realisation in the course of the same episode of the true spirit of ancient pastoral life and worship : the hymn to Pan, in especial, both expressing perfectly the meaning of the Greek myth to Greeks, and enriching it with touches of northern feeling that are foreign to, and yet most har- monious with, the original. Keats having got from Dray- ton, as I surmise, his first notion of an introductory feast 1 Lempriere (after Pausanias) mentions Paeon as one of the fifty sons of Endymion (in the Elean version of the myth) ; and in Spen- ser's Faerie Queene there is a Parana— the daughter of the giant Corflambo in the fourth book. Keats probably had both of these in mind when he gave Endymion a sister and called her Peona. 98 KEATS. [chap. of Pan, in his hymn to that divinity borrowed recogniza- ble touches alike from Chapman's Homer's hymn, from the sacrifice to Pan in Browne's Britannia's Pastorals, 1 and from the hymns in Ben Jonson's masque, Pan's Anni- versary; but borrowed as only genius can, fusing and re- fashioning whatever he took from other writers in the strong glow of an imagination fed from the living sources of nature : " Thou whose mighty palace roof doth hang From jagged trunks, and overshadoweth Eternal whispers, glooms, the birth, life, death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacef ulness ; Who lov'st to see the hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken ; And through Avhole solemn hours dost sit, and hearken The dreary melody of bedded reeds — In desolate places where dank moisture breeds The pipy hemlock to strange overgrowth ; Bethinking thee, how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx — do thou now, By thy love's milky brow ! By all the trembling mazes that she ran, Hear us, great Pan ! Hearkener to the loud-clapping shears, While ever and anon to his shorn peers A ram goes bleating : Winder of the horn, When snouted wild-boars, routing tender corn, Anger our huntsman : Breather round our farms, To keep off mildews and all weather harms : Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds That come a-swooning over hollow grounds, And wither drearily on barren moors : Dread opener of the mysterious doors 1 Book 1, Song 4. The point about Browne has been made by Mr. W. T. Arnold. v.] "ENDYMION." 99 Leading to universal knowledge — see, Great son of Dryope, The many that are come to pay their vows With leaves about their brows ! " In the subsequent discourse of Endymion and Peona he tells her the story of those celestial visitations which he scarce knows whether he has experienced or dreamed. In Keats's conception of his youthful heroes there is at all times a touch, not the wholesomest, of effeminacy and physical softness, and the influence of passion he is apt to make fever and unman them quite : as indeed a helpless and enslaved submission of all the faculties to love proved, when it came to the trial, to be a weakness of his own nature. He partly knew it, and could not help it : but the consequence is that the love-passages of Endymion, not- withstanding the halo of beautiful tremulous imagery that often plays about them, can scarcely be read with pleasure. On the other hand, in matters of subordinate feeling he shows not only a great rhetorical facility, but the signs often of lively dramatic power ; as for instance in the re- monstrance wherein Peona tries to make her brother ashamed of his weakness : " Is this the cause ? This all ? Yet it is strange, and sad, alas ! That one who through this middle earth should pass Most like a sojourning demi-god, and leave His name upon the harp-string, should achieve No higher bard than simple maidenhood, Sighing alone, and fearfully — how the blood Left his young cheek ; and how he used to stray He knew not where ; and how he would say, Nay, If any said 'twas love : and yet 'twas love ; What could it be but love ? How a ring-dove 100 KEATS. [chap. Let fall a sprig of yew-tree in his path ; And how he died : and then, that love doth scathe The gentle heart, as Northern blasts do roses. And then the ballad of his sad life closes With sighs, and an alas ! Endymion !" In the second book the hero sets out in quest of his felicity, and is led by obscure signs and impulses through a mysterious and all but trackless region of adventure. In the first vague imaginings of youth, conceptions of natural and architectural marvels, unlocalized and half- realized in mysterious space, are apt to fill a large part, and to such imaginings Keats in this book lets himself go without a check. A Naiad in the disguise of a butterfly leads Endymion to her spring, and there reveals herself and bids him be of good hope ; an airy voice next invites him to descend " Into the sparry hollows of the world ;" which done, he gropes his way to a subterranean temple of dim and most un - Grecian magnificence, where he is admitted to the presence of the sleeping Adonis, and whither Venus herself presently repairing gives him en- couragement. Thence, urged by the haunting passion within him, he wanders on by dizzy paths and precipices, and forests of leaping, ever-changing fountains. Through all this phantasmagoria, engendered by a brain still teem- ing with the rich first fumes of boyish fancy, and in great part confusing and inappropriate, shine out at intervals strokes of the true old-w r orld poetry, admirably felt and expressed — " He sinks adown a solitary glen, Where there was never sound of mortal men, Saving, perhaps, some snow-light cadences Melting to silence, when upon the breeze Some holy bark let forth an anthem sweet To cheer itself to Delphi," v.] "ENDYMION." 101 or presences of old religion strongly conceived and re- alized : " Forth from a rugged arch, in the dusk below, Came mother Cybele — alone — alone — ■ In sombre chariot ; dark foldings thrown About her majesty, and front death-pale, With turrets crowned." After seeing the vision of Cybele, Endymion, still travel- ling through the bowels of the earth, is conveyed on an eagle's back down an unfathomable descent, and alighting, presently finds a "jasmine bower," whither his celestial mistress again stoops to visit him. Next he encounters the streams, and hears the voices of Arethusa and Alpheus on their fabled flight to Ortygia ; as they disappear down a chasm, he utters a prayer to his goddess in their behalf, and then — "He turn' d — there was a whelming sound — he stept, There was a cooler light ; and so he kept Towards it by a sandy path, and lo ! More suddenly than doth a moment go, The visions of the earth were gone and fled — He saw the giant sea above his head." Hitherto Endymion has been wholly absorbed in his own passion and adventures, but now the fates of others claim his sympathy : first, those of Alpheus and Arethusa, and next, throughout nearly the whole of the third book, those of Glaucus and Scylla. Keats handles this latter legend with great freedom, omitting its main point, the transformation of Scylla by Circe into a devouring mon- ster, and making the enchantress punish her rival, not by this vile metamorphosis, but by death ; or rather a trance resembling death, from which, after many ages, Glaucus is 102 KEATS. [chap. enabled by Endymion's help to rescue her, and together with her the whole sorrowful fellowship of true lovers drowned at sea. From the point in the hero's submarine adventures where he first meets Glaucus, "He saw far in the green concave of the sea An old man sitting calm and peacefully. Upon a weeded rock this old man sat, And his white hair was awful, and a mat Of weeds was cold beneath his cold thin feet " — from this passage to the end of the book, in spite of redundance and occasional ugly flaws, Keats brings home his version of the myth with strong and often exquisite effect to the imagination. No picture can well be more vivid than that of Circe pouring the magic phial upon her victims, and no speech much more telling than that with which the detected enchantress turns and .scathes her un- happy lover. In the same book the description of the sunk treasures cumbering the ocean floor challenges com- parison, not all unequally, with the famous similar passage in Shakspeare's Richard III. In the halls of Neptune Endymion again meets Venus, and receives from her more explicit encouragement than heretofore. Thence Nereids bear him earthward in a trance, during which he reads in spirit words of still more reassuring omen written in star- light on the dark. Since, in his adventure with Glaucus, he has allowed himself to be diverted from his own quest for the sake of relieving the sorrows of others, the hope which before seemed ever to .elude him draws at last nearer to fulfilment. It might seem fanciful to suppose that Keats had really in his mind a meaning such as this, but for the conviction he habitually declares that the pursuit of beauty as an aim v .-j "ENDYMION." 103 in life is only justified when it is accompanied by the idea of devotion to human service. And in his fourth book he leads his hero through a chain of adventures which seem certainly to have a moral and allegorical meaning, or none at all. Returning in that book to upper air, En- dymion before long half forgets his goddess for the charms of an Indian maiden, the sound of whose lamentations reaches him while he is sacrificing in the forest, and who tells him how she has come wandering in the train of Bacchus from the east. This mysterious Indian maiden proves in fact to be no other than his goddess herself in disguise. But it is long before he discovers this, and in the meantime he is conducted by her side through a be- wildering series of serial ascents, descents, enchanted slum- bers, and Olympian visions. All these, with his infidelity, which is no infidelity after all, his broodings in the Cave of Quietude, his illusions and awakenings, his final farewell to mortality and to Peona, and reunion with his celestial mistress in her own shape, make up a narrative inextric- ably confused, which only becomes partially intelligible when we take it as a parable of a soul's experience in pursuit of the ideal. Let a soul enamoured of the ideal — such would seem the argument — once suffer itself to for- o-et its goal, and to quench for a time its longings in the real, nevertheless it will be still haunted by that lost vision ; amidst all intoxications, disappointment and lassitude will still dog it, until it awakes at last to find that the reality which has thus allured it derives from the ideal its power to charm, that it is after all but a reflection from the ideal, a phantom of it. What chiefly or alone makes the episode poetically acceptable is the strain of lyric poetry which Keats has put into the mouth of the supposed Indian maiden when she tells her story. His later and more H 104 KEATS. [chap. famous lyrics, though they are free from the faults and immaturities which disfigure this, yet do not, to my mind at least, show a command over such various sources of imag- inative and musical effect, or touch so thrillingly so many chords of the spirit. A mood of tender irony and wistful pathos like that of the best Elizabethan love-songs; a sense as keen as Heine's of the immemorial romance of India and the East; a power like that of Coleridge, and perhaps partly caught from him, of evoking the remotest weird and beautiful associations almost with 4 a word; clear visions of Greek beauty and wild wood -notes of Celtic imagination — all these elements come here commingled, yet in a strain perfectly individual. Keats calls the piece a "roundelay, a form," which it only so far resembles that its opening measures are repeated at the close. It begins with a tender invocation to sorrow, and then with a first change of movement conjures up .image of a deserted maidenhood beside Indian streams ; till suddenly with an- other change comes the irruption of the Asian Bacchus on his march ; next follows the detailed picture of the god and of his rout, suggested in part by the famous Titian at the National Gallery, and then, arranged as if for music, the challenge of the maiden to the Maenads and Satyrs, and their choral answers: " ' Whence came ye, merry Damsels ! Whence came ye ! So many, and so many, and such glee ? Why have ye left your bowers desolate, Your lutes, and gentler fate ?' ' We follow Bacchus, Bacchus on the wing, A conquering ! Bacchus, young Bacchus ! good or ill betide, We dance before him through kingdoms wide : Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy !' v.] "ENDYMION." 105 ' Whence came ye, jolly Satyrs ! Whence came ye ! So many, and so many, and such glee ? Why have ye left your forest haunts, why left Your nuts in oak-tree cleft ?' — 1 For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree ; For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms, And cold mushrooms ; For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth ; Great God of breathless cups and chirping mirth ! — > Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our mad minstrelsy !' " The strophes recounting the victorious journeys are very unequal ; and finally, returning to the opening motive, the lyric ends as it began, with an exquisite strain of lovelorn pathos : "Come then, sorrow ! Sweetest sorrow ! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast : I thought to leave thee, And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid ; Thou art her mother And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade." The high-water mark of poetry in Enclymion is thus reached in the two lyrics of the first and fourth book. Of these, at least, may be said with justice that which Jeffrey was inclined to say of the poem as a whole, that the de- gree to which any reader appreciates them will furnish as good a test as can be obtained of his having in him " a native relish for poetry, and a genuine sensibility to its in- trinsic charm." In the main body of the work beauties 106 KEATS. [chap. and faults are so bound up together that a critic may well be struck almost as much by one as by the other. Ad- mirable truth and charm of imagination, exquisite fresh- ness and felicity of touch, mark such brief passages as we have quoted above ; the very soul of "poetry breathes in them and in a hundred others throughout the work; but read farther, and you will in almost every case be brought up by hardly tolerable blemishes of execution and of taste. Thus in the tale told by Glaucus we find a line of strong poetic vision, such as "^Esea's isle was wondering at the moon," standing alone in a passage of rambling and ineffective over-honeyed narrative; or again, a couplet forced and vul- gar like this, both in rhyme and expression: " I look'd — 'twas Scylla ! Cursed, cursed Circe ! vulture-witch, hast never heard of mercy ?" is followed three lines farther on by a masterly touch of imagination and the heart : " Cold, cold indeed Were her fair limbs, and like a common weed The sea-swell took her hair." One, indeed, of the besetting faults of his earlier poetry Keats lias shaken off — his muse is seldom tempted now to echo the familiar sentimental chirp of Hunt's. But that tendency which he by nature shared with Hunt, the ten- dency to linger and luxuriate over every imagined pleasure with an over-fond and doting relish, is still strong in him. And to the weaknesses native to his own youth and tem- perament are joined others derived from an exclusive de- votion to the earlier masters of English poetry. The crea- tive impulse of the Elizabethan age, in its waywardness v.] "ENDYMIOX." 107 and lack of discipline and discrimination, not less than in its luxuriant strength and freshness, seems actually revived in him. He outdoes even Spenser in his proneness to let Invention ramble and loiter uncontrolled through what wildernesses she will, with Imagination at her heels to dress if possible in living beauty the wonders that she finds there; and sometimes Imagination is equal to the task and sometimes not : and even busy Invention herself occa- sionally flags, and is content to grasp at any idle clue the rhyme holds out to her : " — a nymph of Dian'a Wearing a coronal of tender scions " — " Does yonder thrush, Schooling its half-fledged little ones to brush About the dewy forest, whisper tales ? — Speak not of grief, young stranger, or cold snails Will slime the rose to-night." Chapman especially, among Keats's masters, had this trick of letting thought follow the chance dictation of rhyme. Spenser and Chapman — to say nothing of Chatterton — had farther accustomed his ear to experimental and rash deal- ings with their mother-tongue. English was almost as un- settled a language for him as for them, and he strives to extend its resources, and make them adequate to the range and freshness of his imagery, by the use of compound and other adjectival coinages in Chapman's spirit — " far-spoom- ing Ocean," " eye-earnestly," " dead-drifting," " their surly eyes brow-hidden," "nervy knees," "surgy murmurs" — coinages sometimes legitimate or even happy, but often fantastic and tasteless, as well as by sprinkling his nine- teenth-century diction with such archaisms as " shent," "sith," and "seemlihed" from Spenser, " eterne" from Spenser and William Browne ; or with arbitrary verbal 108 KEATS. [chap. forms, as " to folly," " to monitor," " gordian'd up," to " fragment up ;" or with neuter verbs used as active, as to " travel " an eye, to " pace " a team of horses, and vice versa. Hence even when in the other qualities of poetry his work is good, in diction and expression it is apt to be lax and wavering, and full of oddities and discords. In rhythm Keats adheres in Endymion to the method he had adopted in Sleep and Poetry, deliberately keeping the sentence independent of the metre, putting full pauses anywhere in his lines rather than at the end, and avoiding any regular beat upon the rhyme. Leigh Hunt thought Keats had carried this method too far, even to the negation of metre. Some later critics have supposed the rhythm of Endymion to have been influenced by the Pharonnida of Chamberlayne : a fourth -rate poet, remarkable chiefly for two things — for the inextricable trailing involution of his sentences, exceeding that of the very worst prose of his time, and for a perverse persistency in ending his he- roic lines with the lightest syllables — prepositions, adverbs, and conjunctions — on which neither pause nor emphasis is possible. 1 But Keats, even where his verse runs most diffusely, 1 The following is a fair and characteristic enough specimen of Chamberlayne : " Upon the throne, in such a glorious state As earth's adored favourites, there sat The image of a monarch, vested in The spoils of nature's robes, whose price had been A diadem's redemption ; his large size, Beyond this pigmy age, did equalize The admired proportions of those mighty men Whose cast-up bones, grown modern wonders, when Found out, are carefully preserved to tell Posterity how much these times are fell From nature's youthful strength." v.] "ENDYMION." 109 rarely fails in delicacy of musical and metrical ear, or in variety and elasticity of sentence structure. There is nothing in his treatment of the measure for which prece- dent may not be found in the work of almost every poet who employed it during the half-century that followed its brilliant revival for the purposes of narrative poetry by Mar- lowe. At most, he can only be said to make a rule of that which with the older poets was rather an exception ; and to seek affinities for him among the tedious by-ways of pro- vincial seventeenth-century verse seems quite superfluous. As the best criticism on Keats's Endymion is in his own preface, so its best defence is in a letter he wrote six months after it was printed. " It is as good," he says, " as I had power to make it by myself." Hunt had warned him against the risks of a long poem, and Shelley against those of hasty publication. From much in his performance that was exuberant and crude the classical training and now ripening taste of Shelley might doubt- less have saved him, had he been willing to listen. But he was determined that his poetry should at all times be the true spontaneous expression of his mind. "Had I been nervous," he goes on, " about its being a perfect piece, and with that view asked advice, and trembled over every page, it would not have been written ; for it is not in my nature to fumble. I will write independently. I have written independently ivithout judgment. I may write independently and loith judgment hereafter. The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself." How well Keats was able to turn the fruits of experience to the benefit of his art, how swift the genius of poetry in him was to work out, as he says, its own salvation, we shall see when we come to consider his next labours. CHAPTER VI. Northern Tour. — The Blackwood and Quarterly Reviews. — Death of Tom Keats. — Removal to Wentworth Place.— Fanny Brawne.— Ex- cursion to Chichester. — Absorption in Love and Poetry. — Haydon and Money Difficulties. — Family Correspondence. — Darkening Pros- pects. — Summer at Shanklin and Winchester. — Wise Resolutions. — Return from Winchester. [June, 1818— October, 1819.] While Keats, in the spring of 1818, was still at Teign- moutb, with Entbjmion on the eve of publication, he had been wavering between two different plans for the imme- diate future. One was to go for a summer's walking tour through Scotland with Charles Brown. "I have many reasons," lie writes to Reynolds, " for going wonder-ways : to make my winter chair free from spleen; to enlarge my vision ; to escape disquisitions on poetry, and Kingston- criticism ; to promote digestion and economize shoe-leath- er. I'll have leather buttons and belt, and if Brown hold his mind, ' over the hills we go.' If my books will keep me to it, then will I take all Europe in turn, and see the kingdoms of the earth and the glory of them." A fort- night later we find him inclining to give up this purpose under an over-mastering sense of the inadequacy of his own attainments, and of the necessity of acquiring knowl- edge, and ever more knowledge, to sustain the flight of poetry : " I was proposing to travel over the North this summer. There is but one thing to prevent me. I know nothing — I have read nothing chap, vi.] NORTHERN TOUR. Ill — and I mean to follow Solomon's directions, 'Get learning — get un- derstanding.' I find earlier days are gone by — I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but continual drinking of knowledge. I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good to the world. Some do it with their society ; some with their wit; some with their benevolence ; some with a sort of power of conferring pleas- ure and good-humour on all they meet — and in a thousand ways, all dutiful to the command of great nature. There is but one way for me. The road lies through application, study, and thought. I will pursue it ; and for that end, purpose retiring for some years. I have been hovering for some time between an exquisite sense of the lux- urious and a love for philosophy : were I calculated for the former I should be glad ; but as I am not, I shall turn all my soul to the latter." After he had come back to Hampstead in May, how- ever, Keats allowed himself to be persuaded, no doubt part- ly by considerations of health, and the recollection of his failure to stand the strain of solitary thought a year before, to resume his original intention. It was agreed between him and Brown that they should accompany George Keats and his bride as far as Liverpool, and then start on foot from Lancaster. They left London accord- ingly on Monday, June 22d. x The coach stopped for din- ner the first day at Redbourn, near St. Albans, where Keats's friend of medical-student days, Mr. Stephens, was in practice. He came to shake hands with the travelling- party at the poet's request, and many years afterwards wrote an account of the interview, the chief point of which is a description of Mrs. George Keats. " Rather short, not what might be strictly called handsome, but looked like a being whom any man of moderate sensibility might easily love. She had the imaginative-poetical cast. Somewhat singular and girlish in her attire. . . . There was something original about her, and John seemed to regard her as a be- 1 See Appendix, p. 223. • (5 112 KEATS. [chap. ing whom be delighted to honour, and introduced her with evident satisfaction." 1 With no other woman or girl friend was Keats ever on such easy and cordial terms of intimacy as with this "Nymph of the downward smile and side -long glance" of his early sonnet — " Sister George," as she had now become ; and for that reason, and on account of the series of charming playful affectionate letters he wrote to her afterwards in America, the portrait above quoted, such as it is, seems worth preserving. The farewells at Liverpool over, Keats and Brown went on by coach to Lancaster, and thence began their walk, Keats taking for his reading one book only, the little three-volume edition of Cary's Dante. " I cannot," writes Brown, " forget the joy, the rapture of my friend when he suddenly, and for the first time, became sensible to the full effect of mountain scenery. It was just before our de- scent to the village of Bowness, at a turn of the road, when the lake of Windermere at once came into view. ... All was enchantment to us both." Keats in his own letters says comparatively little about the scenery, and that quite simply and quietly, not at all with the descriptive enthusi- asm of the modern picturesque tourist; nor indeed with so much of that quality as the sedate and fastidious Gray had shown in his itineraries fifty years before. The truth is that an intensely active, intuitive genius for nature like his needs not for its exercise the stimulus of the continued presence of beauty, but on a minimum of experience can summon up and multiply for itself spirit sunsets, and glo- ries of dream and lake and mountain, richer and more va- ried than the mere receptive lover of scenery, eager to en- joy but impotent to create, can witness in a life-time of travel and pursuit. Moreover, whatever the effect on him ' Houghton MSS. vi.] NORTHERN TOUR. 113 of that first burst of Windermere, it is evident that as Keats proceeded northwards he found the scenery some- what foreign to his taste. Besides the familiar home beau- ties of England, two ideals of landscape, classic and mediae- val, haunted and allured his imagination almost equally : that of the sunny and fabled south, and that of the shad- owed and adventurous north ; and the Scottish border, with its bleak and moorish, rain-swept and cloud-empurpled hills, and its unhomely cold stone villages, struck him at first as answering to neither. " I know not how it is, the clouds, the sky, the houses, all seem anti-Grecian and anti-Charle- magnish." A change, besides, was coming over Keats's thoughts and feelings whereby scenery altogether was beginning to interest him less, and his fellow-creatures more. In the acuteness of childish and boyish sensation, among the sub- urban fields or on sea-side holidays, he had unconsciously absorbed images of nature enough for his faculties to work on through a life-time of poetry ; and now, in his second chamber of Maiden-thought, the appeal of nature yields in his mind to that of humanity. " Scenery is fine," he had already written from Devonshire in the spring, " but hu- man nature is finer." In the Lake country, after climbing Skiddaw one morning early, and walking to Treby the same afternoon, where they watched with amusement the exercises in a country dancing-school : " There was as fine a row of boys and girls," says Keats, " as you ever saw; some beautiful faces, and one exquisite mouth. I never felt so near the glory of patriotism, the glory of making, by any means, a country happier. This is what I like bet- ter than scenery." The same note recurs frequently in let- ters of a later date. From Lancaster the travellers walked first to Ambleside ; 114 KEATS. [chap. from Ambleside to the foot of Helvellyn, where they slept, having called by the way on Wordsworth at Rydal, and been disappointed to find him away electioneering. From Helvellyn to Keswick, whence they made the circuit of Derwentwater ; Keswick to Treby, Treby to Wigton, and Wigton to Carlisle, where they arrived on the 1st of July. Thence by coacli to Dumfries, visiting at the latter place the tomb and house of Burns, to whose memory Keats wrote a sonnet, by no means in his best vein. From Dum- fries they started south-westwards for Galloway, a region little frequented even now, and then hardly at all, by tourists. Reaching the Kirkcudbrightshire coast, with its scenery at once wild and soft, its embosomed inlets and rocky tufted headlands, its views over the glimmering Sol- way to the hazy hills of Man, Brown bethought him that this was Guy Mannering's country, and began to tell Keats about Meg Merrilies. Keats, who, according to the fashion of his circle, was no enthusiast for Scott's poetry and of the Waverley novels, had read the Antiquary but not Guy Manneriny, was much struck ; and presently, writes Brown, " there was a little spot, close to our pathway. l There,' he said, ' in that very spot, without a shadow of doubt, has old Meg Merrilies often boiled her kettle.' It was among pieces of rock and brambles and broom, ornamented with a profusion of honeysuckles and roses and foxgloves, and all in the very blush and fulness of blossom." As they went along, Keats composed on Scott's theme the spirited ballad beginning " Old Meg, she was a gypsy," and stop- ping to breakfast at Auchencairn, copied it out in a letter which he was Writing to his young sister at odd moments, and again in another letter which he began at the same place to Tom. It was his way on his tour, and indeed al- ways, thus to keep by him the letters he was writing, and tl] NORTHERN TOUR. 115 add scraps to them as the fancy took him. The system- atic Brown, on the other hand, wrote regularly and uni- formly in the evenings. "He affronts my indolence and luxury," says Keats, " by pulling out of his knapsack, first his paper, secondly his pens, and last his ink. Now I would not care if he would change a little. I say now, why not take out his pens first sometimes? But I might as well tell a lien to hold up her head before she drinks, instead of afterwards." From Kirkcudbright they walked, on July 5th — skirting the wild moors about the Water of Fleet, and passing where Cairnsraore looks down over wooded slopes to the steaming estuary of the Cree — as far as Newton Stewart; thence across the Wigtonshire levels by Glenluce to Stran- raer and Portpatrick. Here they took the Donaghadee packet for Ireland, with the intention of seeing the Giant's Causeway, but finding the distances and expense exceed their calculation, contented themselves with a walk to Bel- fast, and crossed again to Portpatrick on the third day. In letters written during and immediately after this excur- sion, Keats has some striking passages of human observa- tion and reflection : " These Kirk-men have done Scotland good. They have made men, women, old men, young men, old women, young women, hags, girls, and infants, all careful ; so they are formed into regular phalanges of savers and gainers. . . . These Kirk-men have done Scotland harm ; they have banished puns, love, and laughing. To re- mind you of the fate of Burns — poor, unfortunate fellow ! his dispo- sition was Southern! How sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged, in self-defence, to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity and in things attainable, that it may not have leisure to go mad after things that are not ! ... I would sooner be a wild deer than a girl under the dominion of the Kirk ; and I would sooner be a wild hog than be the occasion of a poor creature's penance before those execrable elders." H6 KEATS. [chap. "On our return from Belfast we met a sedan — the Duchess of Dunghill. It was no laughing matter though. Imagine the worst dog-kennel you ever saw, placed upon two poles from a mouldy fenc- ing. In such a wretched thing sat a squalid old woman, squat like an ape half-starved from a scarcity of biscuit in its passage from Madagascar to the Cape, with a pipe in her mouth, and looking out with a round-eyed, skinny-lidded inanity, with a sort of horizontal idiotic movement of her head : squat and lean she sat, and puffed out the smoke, while two ragged, tattered girls carried her along. What a thing would be a history of her life and sensations !" From Stranraer the friends made straight for Burns's country, walking along the coast by Ballantrae, Girvan, Kirkoswald, and Maybole, to Ayr, with the lonely mass of Ailsa Crag, and presently the mountains of Arran, loom- ing ever above the Atlantic floor on the left; and here again we find Keats taking a keen pleasure in the mingled richness and wildness of the coast scenery. They went to Kirk Alloway, and he was delighted to find the home of Burns amid scenes so fair. He had made up his mind to write a sonnet in the cottage of that poet's birth, and did so, but was worried by the prate of the man in charge — "a mahogany -faced old jackass who knew Burns: he ought to have been kicked for having spoken to him " — " his gab hindered my sublimity : the flat dog made me write a flat sonnet." And again, as they journeyed on towards Glasgow he composed with considerable pains (as Brown particularly mentions) the lines beginning ' There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain.' They were meant to express the temper in which his pilgrimage through the Burns country had been made, but in spite of an occasional striking breadth and concentration of im- agery, are on the whole forced and unlike himself. From Ayr Keats and Brown tramped on to Glasgow, and from Glasgow by Dumbarton through the Lady of the TL ] NORTHERN TOUR. 117 Lake country, which they found vexatiously full of tour- ists, to Inverary, and thence by Loch Awe to Oban. At Inverary Keats was amused and exasperated by a perform- ance of The Stranger to an accompaniment of bagpipe music. Bathing in Loch Fyne the next morning, he got horribly bitten by gadflies, and vented his smart in a set of doggerel rhymes. The walk along the shores of Loch Awe impressed him greatly, and for once he writes of it something like a set description, for the benefit of his brother Tom. At the same point occur for the first time complaints, slight at first, of fatigue and discomfort. At the beginning of his tour Keats had written to his sister of its effects upon his sleep and appetite ; telling her how he tumbled into bed " so fatigued that when I am asleep you might sew my nose to my great toe and trundle me round the town, like a hoop, without waking me. Then I get so hungry a ham goes but a very little way, and fowls are like larks to me I can eat a bull's head as easily as I used to do bull's eyes." Presently he writes that he is getting used to it, and doing his twenty miles or more a day without inconvenience. But now in the remoter parts of the Highlands the coarse fare and accommodation, and rough journeys and frequent drenchings, begin to tell upon both him and Brown, and he grumbles at the perpetual diet of oatcake and eggs. Arrived at Oban, the friends undertook one journey in especial which proved too much for Keats's strength. Finding the regular tourist route by water to Staffa and Iona too expensive, they were per- suaded to take the ferry to the hither side of the island of Mull, and then with a guide cross on foot to the farther side opposite Iona : a wretched walk, as Keats calls it, of some thirty-seven miles, over difficult ground and in the very roughest weather. By good luck the sky lifted at US KEATS. [chap- the critical' moment, and the travellers had a favourable view of Staffa. By the power of the past and its associa- tions in the one "illustrious island," and of nature's archi- tecture in the other, Keats shows himself naturally much impressed. Fingal's Cave in especial touched his imagina- tion, and on it and its profanation by the race of tourists he wrote, in the seven-syllable metre which no writer since Ben Jonson has handled better or more vigorously, the lines beginning " Not Aladdin Magian." Avoiding mere epithet-work and description, like the true poet he is, he begins by calling up for comparison the visions of other fanes or palaces of enchantment, and then, bethinking him- self of Milton's cry to Lycidas " — where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides " — imagines that lost one to have been found by the divinity of Ocean, and put by him in charge of this cathedral of his building. In his priestly character Lycidas tells his latter-day visitant of the religion of the place, complains of the violation of its solitude, and ends with a fine ab- ruptness which is the most effective stroke of art in the piece : ^ " So for ever I will leave Such a taint, and soon unweave All the magic of the place ! l So saying, with a spirit's glance He dived." From the exertion and exposure which he underwent on his Scotch tour, and especially in this Mull expedition, are to be traced the first distinct and settled symptoms of fail- ure in Keats's health, and of the development of his hered- 1 See Appendix, p. 223. vi.] NORTHERN TOUR. IVJ itary tendency to consumption. In the same letter to his brother Tom which contains the transcript of the Fino-al poem, he speaks of a " slight sore throat," and of being- obliged to rest for a day or two at Oban. Thence they pushed on in bad weather to Fort William, made the as- cent of Ben Nevis in a dissolving mist, and so by the 6th of August to Inverness. Keats's throat had in the mean time been getting worse ; the ascent, and especially the de- .scent, of Ben Nevis had, as he confesses, tried him : fever- ish symptoms set in, and the doctor whom he consulted at Inverness thought his condition threatening, and forbade him to continue his tour. Accordingly he took passage on the 8th or 9th of August from the port of Cromarty for London, leaving his companion to pursue his journey alone — "much lamenting," to quote Brown's own words, " the loss of his beloved intelligence at my side." Keats in some degree picked up strength during a nine days' sea passage, the humours of which he afterwards described pleasantly in a letter to his brother George. But his throat trouble, the premonitory sign of worse, never really or for any length of time left him afterwards. On the 18th of August he arrived at Hampstead, and made his appearance among his friends the next day, " as brown and as shabby as you can imagine," writes Mrs. Dilke ; " scarcely any shoes left, his jacket all torn at the back, a fur cap, a great plaid, and his knapsack. I cannot tell what he looked like." When he found himself seated, for the first time after his hardships, in a comfortable stuffed chair, we are told how he expressed a comic enjoyment of the sensation, quoting at himself the words in which Quince the carpenter congratulates his gossip the weaver on his metamorphosis. 1 1 Severn in Houghton MSS. 6* I 120 KEATS. [chap. Simultaneously almost with Keats's return from the North appeared attacks on him in Blackwood's Magazine and the Quarterly Review. The Blackwood article, be- ing No, IV. of a series bearing the signature "Z" on the "Cockney School of Poetry," was printed in the August number of the magazine. The previous articles of the same series, as well as a letter similarly signed, bad been directed against Leigh Hunt, in a strain of insult so pre- posterous as to be obviously inspired by the mere wan- tonness of partisan licence. It is not quite certain who wrote them, but there is every reason to believe that they were the work of Wilson, suggested and perhaps revised by the publisher, William Blackwood, at this time his own sole editor. Not content with attacking Hunt's opinions, or his real weaknesses as a writer or a man, his Edinburgh critics must needs heap on him the grossest accusations of vice and infamy. In the course of these articles allusion had several times been made to " Johnny Keats " as an " amiable bardling " and puling satellite of the arch-offend- er and king of Cockaigne, Hunt. When now Keats's own turn came his treatment was mild in comparison with that of his supposed leader. The strictures on his work are idle and offensive, but not more so than is natural to unsympathetic persons full of prejudice and wishing to hurt. " Cockney " had been in itself a fair enough label for a hostile critic to fasten upon Hunt; neither was it altogether inapplicable to Keats, having regard to the facts of his origin and training — that is, if we choose to forget that the measure of a man is not his experience, but the use he is able to make of it. The worst part of the Keats review was in its personalities — " so back to the shop, Mr. John, stick to ' plasters, pills, ointment boxes,' etc." — and what made these worse was the manner in which the ma- VI -| THE REVIEWS: BLACKWOOD. 121 terials for them had been obtained. Keats's friend Bailey had by this time taken his degree, and after publishing a friendly notice of Endymion in the Oxford Herald for June, had left the University and gone to settle in a cu- racy in Cumberland. In the course of the summer he staid at Stirling, at the house of Bishop Gleig, whose son, afterwards the well-known writer and Chaplain-gen- eral to the forces, was his friend, and whose daughter (a previous love-affair with one of the Reynold sisters having fallen through) he soon afterwards married. Here Bailey met Lockhart, then in the hey-day of his brilliant and bitter youth, lately admitted to the intimacy of Scott, and earning on the staff of Blackwood and otherwise the reputation and the nickname of " Scorpion." Bailey, anx- ious to save Keats from the sort of treatment to which Hunt had already been exposed, took the opportunity of telling Lockhart in a friendly way his circumstances and history, explaining at the same time that his attachment to Leigh Hunt was personal and not political, pleading that he should not be made an object of party denuncia- tion, and ending with the request that, at any rate, what had been thus said in confidence should not be used to his disadvantage. To which Lockhart replied that certainly it should not be so used by him. Within three weeks the article appeared, making use, to all appearance, and to Bailey's great indignation, of the very facts he had thus confidentially communicated. To the end of his life Bailey remained convinced that whether or not Lockhart himself wrote the piece, he must, at any rate, have prompted and supplied the materials for it. 1 It seems, in fact, all but certain that he actually wrote 1 Houghton MSS. 122 KEATS. [chap. it. 1 If so, it was a felon stroke on Lockhart's part, and to forgive him we must needs remember all the gratitude that is his due for his filial allegiance to, and his immor- tal biography of, Scott. But even in that connection our grudge against him revives again, since, in the party vio- lence of the time and place, Scott himself was drawn into encouraging the savage polemics of his young Edinburgh friends, and that he was in some measure privy to the Cockney School outrages seems certain. Such, at least, was the impression prevailing at the time; 2 and when Severn, who did not know it, years afterwards innocently approached the subject of Keats and his detractors in con- versation with Scott at Rome, he observed both in Scott and his daughter signs of pain and confusion which he could only interpret in the same sense. 8 It is hard to say whether the thought of the great-hearted Scott, the soul most free from jealousy or harshness, thus associated with an act of stupid cruelty to genius, is one to make us the more indignant against those who so misled him, or the more patient of mistakes committed by commoner spirits among the distracting cries and blind collisions of the world. The Quarterly article on Enclymion followed in the last week of September (in the number dated April), and was in an equally contemptuous strain, the writer pro- 1 Dilkc (in a MS. note to his copy of Lord Houghton's Life and Letters, ed. 1848) states positively that Lockhart afterwards owned as much; and there are tricks of style — e.g., the use of the Spanish Sangrado for doctor — which seem distinctly to betray his hand. 2 Leigh Hunt at first believed that Scott himself was the writer, and Haydon to the last fancied it was Scott's faithful satellite, the actor Terry. 8 Severn in the Atlantic Monthly, vol. ii., p. 401. VI j THE REVIEWS. 123 fessing to Lave been unable to read beyond the first canto, or to make bead or tail of that. In tins case again the question of authorship must remain uncertain ; but Gif- ford as editor, and an editor who never shrank from cut- ting a contributor's work to his own pattern, must bear the responsibility with posterity. The review is quite in his manner, that of a man insensible to the higher charm of poetry, incapable of judging it except by mechanical rule and precedent, and careless of the pain he gives. Considering the perfect modesty and good judgment with which Keats had, in his preface, pointed out the weaknesses of his own work, the attacks are both alike inexcusable. They had the effect of promptly rousing the poet's friends in his defence. Reynolds published a warm rejoinder to the Quarterly reviewer in a West-country paper, the Al- fred; an indignant letter on the same side appeared in the Morning Chronicle with the initials J. S.— those prob- ably of John Scott, then editor of the London Magazine, and soon afterwards killed by a friend of Lockhart's in a duel arising out of these very Blackwood brawls, in which it was thought that Lockhart himself ought to have come forward. Leigh Hunt reprinted Reynolds's letter, with some introductory words, in the Examiner, and later in his life regretted that he had not done more. But he could not have done more to any purpose. He was not himself an enthusiastic admirer of LJndymion, and had plainly said so to Keats and to his friends. Reynolds's piece, which he reprinted, was quite effective and to the point; and, moreover, any formal defence of Keats by Hunt would only have increased the virulence of his ene- mies, as they both perfectly well knew ; folly and spite being always ready to cry out that praise of a friend by a friend must needs be interested or blind. 124 KEATS. [chap. Neither was Keats's demeanour under the lash such as could make his friends suppose him particularly hurt. Proud iu the extreme, he had no irritable vanity ; and aim- ing in his art, if not always steadily, yet always at the high- est, he rather despised than courted such success as he saw some of his contemporaries enjoy. " I hate," he says, " a mawkish popularity." Even in the hopes of permanent fame which he avowedly cherished, there was nothing in- temperate or impatient, and he was conscious of perceiving his own shortcomings at least as clearly as his critics. Ac- cordingly he took his treatment at their hands more coolly than older and less sensitive men had taken the like. Hunt had replied indignantly to his Blackwood traducers, repel- ling scorn with scorn. Hazlitt endeavoured to have the law of them. Keats at the first sting declared, indeed, that he would write no more poetry, but try to do what good he could to the world in some other way. Then quickly recovering himself, he with great dignity and simplicity treated the annoyance as one merely temporary, indifferent, and external. When Mr. Hessey sent for his encourage- ment the extracts from the papers in which he had been defended, he wrote : "I cannot but feel indebted to those gentlemen who have taken my part. As for the rest, I begin to get a little acquainted with my own strength and weakness. Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works. My own domestic criticism has giv- en me pain without comparison beyond what Blackwood or the Quar- terly could possibly inflict ; and also when I feel I am right, no ex- ternal praise can give me such a glow as my own solitary repercep- tion and ratification of what is fine." And again : " There have been two letters in my defence in the Chronicle and one in the Examiner, copied from the Exeter paper, and written by Reynolds. I don't know who wrote those in the Chron- vi.] DEATH OF TOM KEATS. 125 icle. This is a mere matter of the moment : I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. Even as a matter of present in- terest, the attempt to crush me in the Quarterly has only brought me more into notice, and it is a common expression among bookmen, 'I wonder the Quarterly should cut its own throat.' " In point of fact an unknown admirer from the West Country sent Keats about this time a letter and sonnet of sympathy, with which was enclosed a further tribute in the shape of a £25 note. Keats w 7 as both pleased and dis- pleased. " If I had refused it," he says, " I should have behaved in a very braggadocio, dunderheaded manner, and yet the present galls me a little." About the same time he received, through his friend Richard Woodhouse, a young barrister who acted in some sort as literary adviser or assistant to Messrs. Taylor & Hessey, 1 a glowing letter of sympathy and encouragement from Miss Porter, " of Romance celebrity," by which he shows himself in his re- ply not more flattered than politeness demands. Keats was really living, during the stress of these Black- wood and Quarterly storms, under the pressure of another and far more heartfelt trouble. His Hampstead friends, before they heard of his intended return from Scotland, had felt reluctantly bound to write and summon him home on account of the alarming condition of his brother Tom. He had left the invalid behind in their lodgings at Well Walk, and found that he had grown rapidly worse during his absence. In fact the case was desperate, and for the next few months Keats' s chief occupation was the harrow- ing one of watching and ministering to this dying brother. In a letter written in the third week of September he speaks thus of his feelings and occupations : " I wish I could say Tom was better. His identity presses upon me 1 See Preface, p. vii. 126 KEATS. 1CUAP so all day that I am obliged to go out ; and although I had intended to have given some time to study alone, I am obliged to write and plunge into abstract images to ease myself of his countenance, his voice, and feebleness, so that I live now in a continual fever. It must be poison- ous to life, although I feel well. Imagine 'the hateful siege of contraries ;' if I think of fame, of poetry, it seems a crime to me, and yet I must do so or suffer." And again, about the same time, to Reynolds : " I never was in love, yet the voice and shape of a woman have haunted me these two days — at such a time, when the relief, the fever- ous relief of poetry, seems a much less crime. This morn- ing poetry has conquered ; I have relapsed into those ab- stractions which are my only life ; I feel escaped from a new, strange, and threatening sorrow, and I am thankful for it. There is an awful warmth about my heart, like a load of immortality." As the autumn wore on, the task of the watcher grew ever more sorrowful and absorbing. 1 On the 29th of October Keats wrote to his brother and sister-in-law in America, warning them, in language of a beautiful tender moderation and sincerity, to be prepared for the worst. For the next month his time was almost wholly taken up by the sick-bed, and in the first week of December the end came. "Early one morning," writes Brown, " I was awakened in my bed by a pressure on my hand. It was Keats, who came to tell me that his brother was no more. I said nothing, and we both remained silent for a while, my hand fast locked in his. At length, my thoughts returning from the dead to the living, I said, 'Have nothing more to do with those lodgings — and alone, too! Had you not better live with me?' He paused, pressed my hand warmly, and replied, 'I think 1 See Appendix, p. 224. vl] REMOVAL TO WENT WORTH PLACE. 127 it would be better.' From that moment lie was my in- mate." 1 Brown, as has been said already, had built and lived "in one part — the smaller eastern part — of the block of two semi-detached houses near the bottom of John Street, Hampstead, to which Dilke, who built and occupied the other part, had given the name of Wentworth Place. 2 The accommodation in Brown's quarters included a front and back sitting-room on the ground floor, with a front and back bedroom over them. The arrangement with Keats was that he should share household expenses, occupying the front sitting-room for the sake of quiet at his work. As soon, relates Brown, as the consolations of nature and friendship had in some measure alleviated his grief, Keats became gradually once more absorbed in poetry, his special task being Hyperion, at which he had already begun to work before his brother died. But not wholly absorbed, for there was beginning to wind itself about his heart a new spell more powerful than that of poetry itself. It was at this time that the flame caught him which he had always presciently sought to avoid " lest it should burn him up." With his quick self-knowledge he had early realised, not to his satisfaction, his own peculiar mode of feeling towards womankind. Chivalrously and tremulously de- voted to his mind's ideal of the sex, he found himself only too critical of the real women that he met, and too ready to perceive or suspect faults in them. Conscious, at the same time, of the fire of sense and blood within him, he 1 Houghton MSS. 2 The house is now known as Lawn Bank, the two blocks having been thrown into one, with certain alterations and additions which in the summer of 1885 were pointed out to me in detail by Mr. William Dilke, the then surviving brother of Keats's friend. 128 KEATS. [chap. had thought himself partly fortunate in being saved from the entanglements of passion by his sense of this differ- ence between the reality and his ideal. The set of three sonnets in his first volume, beginning, " Woman, when I beheld thee flippant, vain," had given expression half grace- fully, half awkwardly, to this state of mind. Its persist- ency is affirmed often in his letters. " I am certain," he wrote to Bailey from Scotland, " I have not a right feeling towards women — at this moment I am striving to be just to them, but I cannot. Is it because they fall so far beneath my boyish imagination ? When I was a schoolboy I thought a fair wom- an a pure goddess ; my mind was a soft nest in which some one of them slept, though she knew it not. I have no right to expect more than their reality. I thought them ethereal, above men. I find them perhaps equal — great by comparison is very small. ... Is it not extraordinary ? — when among men I have no evil thoughts, no malice, no spleen ; I feel free to speak or to be silent ; I can listen, and from every one I can learn ; my hands are in my pockets, I am free from all suspicion, and comfortable. When I am among wom- en I have evil thoughts, malice, spleen ; I cannot speak, or be si- lent; I am full of suspicions, and therefore listen to nothing; I am in a hurry to be gone. ... I must absolutely get over this — but how ?" In a fine passage of a letter to his relatives in America he alleges this general opinion of women, and with it his absorption in the life, or rather the hundred lives, of im- agination, as reasons for hoping that he will never marry : " The roaring of the wind is my wife, and the stars through my window-panes are my children; the mighty abstract idea of Beauty in all things I have stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness. An amiable wife and sweet children I contemplate as part of that Beauty, but I must have a thousand of those beautiful particles to fill up my heart. I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone, but vi.] FANNY BRAWNE. 129 in a thousand worlds. No sooner am I alone than shapes of epic greatness are stationed around me, and serve my spirit the office which is equivalent to a King's Body-guard: 'then Tragedy with scepter'd pall comes sweeping by.' According to my state of mind I am with Achilles shouting in the trenches, or with Theocritus in the vales of Sicily ; or throw my whole being into Troilus, and, re- peating those lines, 'I wander like a lost soul upon the Stygian bank, staying for waftage,' I melt into the air with a voluptuousness so del- icate that I am content to be alone. These things, combined with the opinion I have formed of the generality of women, who appear to me as children to whom I would rather give a sugar-plum than my time, form a barrier against matrimony that I rejoice in." But now Keats's hour was come. Since his return from Scotland, in the midst of his watching by his brother's sick-bed, we have seen him confessing himself haunted al- ready by the shape of a woman. This was a certain Miss Charlotte Cox, a West - Indian cousin of Reynolds's, to whom he did not think the Reynolds sisters were quite kind. A few days later he writes again how he has been attracted by her rich Eastern look and grace. Very soon, however, the attraction passed, and this " Charmian " left him fancy-free, but only to find his fate elsewhere. A Mrs. Brawne, a widow lady of some little property, with a daughter just grown up and two younger children, had taken Brown's house for the summer while he was away in Scotland. Here the Brawnes had naturally become ac- quainted with the Dilkes, living next door ; the acquaint- ance was kept up when they moved from Brown's house to one in Downshire Street close by; and it was at the Dilkes' that Keats met Miss Fanny Brawne after his re- turn. Her ways and presence at first irritated and after a little while completely fascinated him. From his first sarcastic account of her written to his brother, as well as from Severn's mention of her likeness to the draped figure 130 KEATS. [chap. in Titian's picture of Sacred and Profane Love, and from the full-length silhouette of her that has been preserved, it is not difficult to realise her aspect and presence. A brisk and blooming very young beauty, of the far from uncom- mon English hawk blonde type, with aquiline nose and retreating forehead, sharp-cut nostril and gray-blue eye, a slight, shapely figure rather short than tall, a taking smile, and good hair, carriage and complexion — such was Fan- ny Brawne externally, but of her character we have little means of judging. She was certainly high-spirited, inex- perienced, and self - confident ; as certainly, though kind and constant to her lover, in spite of prospects that before Jong grew dark, she did not fully realise what manner of man he was. Both his men and women friends, without thinking unkindly of her, were apparently of one opinion in holding her no mate for him either in heart or mind, and in regarding the attachment as unlucky. So it assuredly was ; so, probably, under the circum- stances, must any passion for a woman have been. Stroke on stroke of untoward fortune had in truth begun to fall on Keats, as if in fulfilment of the constitutional misgiv- ings of his darker moods. First the departure of his brother George had deprived him of his chief friend, to whom almost alone he had from boyhood been accustomed to turn for relief in hours of despondency. Next the exertions of his Scotch tour had over-taxed his strength, and unchained, though as yet he knew it not, the deadly hereditary enemy in his blood. Coming back, he had found the grasp of that enemy closed inexorably upon his brother Tom, and in nursing him had lived in spirit through all his pains. At the same time the gibes of the reviewers, little as they might touch his inner self, came to teach him the harshness and carelessness of the world's judgments, and vi.] CHICHESTER : " THE EVE OF ST. AGNES." 131 the precariousness of his practical hopes from literature. Last were added the pangs of love — love requited, indeed, but having no near or sure prospect of fruition ; and even love disdained might have made him suffer less. The pas- sion wrought fiercely in his already fevered blood ; its alter- nations of doubt and torment and tantalising rapture sapped his powers, and redoubled every strain to which bereave- ment, shaken health, and anticipations of poverty, exposed them. Within a year the combined assault proved too much for his strength, and he broke down. But in the meantime he showed a brave face to the world, and while anxiety gnawed and passion wasted him, was able to throw himself into the labours of his art with a fruitful, if a fitful, energy. During the first few weeks of winter following his brother's death he wrote, indeed, as he tells Haydon, "only a little now and then, but nothing to speak of — be- ing discontented, and as it were moulting." Yet such work as Keats did at this time was done at the very height of his powers, and included parts both of Hyperion and The Eve of St. Agnes. Within a month of the date of the above extract the latter piece was finished, having been written out during a visit which Keats and Brown paid in Sussex in the latter part of January (1819). They staid for a few days with the father of their friend Dilke in Chichester, and for near- ly a fortnight with his sister and brother-in-law, the Snooks, at Bedhampton, close by. Keats liked his hosts and re- ceived pleasure from his visit ; but his health kept him much indoors, his only outings being to "a couple of dow- ager card-parties," and to a gathering of country clergy on a wet day, at the consecration of a chapel for converted Jews. The latter ceremony jarred on his nerves, and caused him to write afterwards to his brother an entertainin- "He is present to me everywhere and at all times — he now seems sitting here at my side, and looking hard into my face. . ■> * 1 Haslam, in Severn MSS. ix.] CHARACTER AND GENIUS. 211 So much as I have loved him, I never knew how closely he was wound about my heart." * Elsewhere, speaking of the time of his first attack, Brown says : " While I waited on him, his instinctive generosity, his acceptance of my of- fices, by a glance of his eye or motion of his hand, made me regard my mechanical duty as absolutely nothing com- pared to his silent acknowledgment. Something like this Severn, his last nurse, observed to me ;" 2 and we know in fact how the whole life of Severn, prolonged nearly sixty years after his friend's death, was coloured by the light re- flected from his memory. When Lord Houghton's book came out, in 1848, Archdeacon Bailey wrote from Ceylon to thank the writer for doing merited honour to one " whose genius I did not, and do not, more fully admire than I entirely loved the Man." 3 The points on which all who knew him especially dwell are two : First, his high good sense and spirit of honour ; as to which let one wit- ness stand for many. "He had a soul of noble integrity," says Bailey, " and his common sense was a conspicuous part of his character. Indeed his character was, in the best sense, manly." Next, his beautiful unselfishness and warmth of sympathy. This is the rarest quality of gen- ius, which from the very intensity of its own life and oc- cupations is apt to be self-absorbed, requiting the devotion it receives with charm, which costs it nothing — but with charm only — and when the trial comes, refusing to friend- ship any real sacrifice of its own objects or inclinations. But when genius to charm adds true unselfishness, and is ready to throw all the ardour of its own life into the cares and interests of those about it, then we have what in hu- man nature is most worthy of love. And this is what his 1 Severn MSS. 2 Hou-hton MSS. 3 Ibid. 212 KEATS. [chap. companions found in Keats. "He was the sincerest friend," cries Reynolds, " the most lovable associate— the deepest listener to the griefs and distresses of all around him— 'that ever lived in this tide of times." 1 To the same effect Haydon : " He was the most unselfish of hu- man creatures ; unadapted to this world, he cared not for himself, and put himself to any inconvenience for the sake of his friends. ... He had a kind, gentle heart, and would have shared his fortune with any one who wanted it." And again Bailey : " With his friends, a sweeter tempered man I never knew than was John Keats. Gentleness was indeed his proper characteristic, without one particle of dullness, or insipidity, or want of spirit. ... In his letters he talks of suspecting everybody. It appeared not in his con- versation. On the contrary, he was uniformly the apologist for poor frail human nature, and allowed for people's faults more than any man I ever knew, and especially for the faults of his friends. But if any act of wrong or oppression, of fraud or falsehood, was the top- ic, he rose into sudden and animated indignation." 2 Lastly, "He had no fears of self," says George Keats; " through interference in the quarrels of others, he would at all hazards, and without calculating his powers to de- fend, or his reward for the deed, defend the oppressed and distressed with heart and soul, with hand and purse." In this chorus of admiring affection Haydon alone must assert his own superiority by mixing depreciation with praise. When he laments over Keats's dissipations he ex- aggerates, there is evidence enough to show, idly and ca- lumniously. When, on the other hand, he speaks of the poet's " want of decision of character and power of will," and says that "never for two days did he know his own 1 Houghton MSS. 2 fifa ix.] CHARACTER AND GEXIUS. 213 intentions," his criticism is deserving of more attention. This is only Haydon's way of describing a fact in Keats's nature of which no one was better aware than himself. He acknowledges his own " unsteady and vagarish dispo- sition." What he means is no weakness of instinct or principle affecting the springs of conduct in regard to oth- ers, but a liability to veerings of opinion and purpose in regard to himself. " The Celtic instability " a reader may perhaps surmise who adopts that hypothesis as to the poet's descent. Whether the quality was one of race or not, it was probably inseparable from the peculiar com- plexion of Keats's genius. Or rather it was an expression in character of that which was the very essence of that genius, the predominance, namely, of the sympathetic im- agination over every other faculty. Acute as was his own emotional life, he nevertheless belonged essentially to the order of poets whose work is inspired, not mainly by their own personality, but by the world of things and men out- side them. He realised clearly the nature of his own gift, and the degree to which susceptibility to external impres- sions was apt to overpower in him — not practical consist- ency only, but even the sense of a personal identity. "As to the poetic character itself," he writes, "(I mean that sort of which, if I am anything, I am a member; that sort distinguished from the AVordsworthian, or egotistical sublime; which is athing/w se, and stands alone), it is not itself — it has no self — it is everything and nothing — it has no character — it enjoys light and shade — it lives in gusto, be it foul or fair, high or low, rich or poor, mean or elevated — it has as much delight in conceiving an Iago as an Imogen. A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity ; he is continually in for, and filling, some other body. . . . If, then, he has no self, and if I am a poet, where is the wonder that I should say I woTtld write no more ? Might I not at that very in- stant have been cogitating on the characters of Saturn and Ops ? It 214 KEATS. [chap. is a wretched thing to confess, but it is a very fact, that not one word I ever utter can be taken for granted as an opinion growing out of my identical nature." " Even now," he says, on another occasion, " I am per- haps not speaking from myself, but from some character in whose soul I now live." Keats was often impatient of this Protean quality of his own mind. "I would call the head and top of those who have a proper self," he says, "men of power;" and it is the men of power, the men of trenchant individuality and settled aims, that in the sphere of practical life he most admires. But in the sphere of thought and imagination his preference is dictated by the instinctive bent of his own genius. In that sphere he is impatient, in turn, of all intellectual narrowness, and will not allow that poetry should make itself the exponent of any single creed or given philosophy. Thus, in speaking of what he thinks too doctrinal and pedagogic in the work of Wordsworth — "For the sake," he asks, "of a few fine imaginative or domestic passages, are we to be bullied into a certain philosophy engendered in the whims of an egotist ? Every man has his speculations, but every man does not brood and peacock over them till he makes a false coinage and deceives himself. Many a man can travel to the very bourne of Heaven, and yet want confidence to put down his half- seeing. ... We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us, and, if Ave do not agree, seems to put its hand into its breeches pocket. Poetry should be great and unobtrusive — a thing which enters into one's soul." This is but one of many passages in which Keats pro- claims the necessity, for a poet, of an all-embracing recep- tivity and openness of mind. His critics sometimes speak as if his aim had been merely to create a paradise of art and beauty remote from the cares and interests of the ix.] CHARACTER AND GENIUS. 215 world. If the foregoing pages have been written to any purpose, the reader will be aware that no criticism can be more mistaken. At the creation, the revelation, of beauty Keats aimed indeed invariably, but of beauty, wherever its elements existed — " I have loved," as he says, " the prin- ciple of beauty in all things." His conception of the kingdom of poetry was Shakspearean, including the whole range of life and imagination, every affection of the soul and every speculation of the mind. Of that kingdom he lived long enough to enter on and possess certain provinces only — those that, by their manifest and prevailing charm, first and most naturally allure the spirit of youth. Would he have been able to make the rest also his own ? Would the faculties that were so swift to reveal the hidden de- lights of nature, to divine the true spirit of antiquity, to conjure with the spell of the Middle Age — would they with time have gained equal power to unlock the myste- ries of the heart, and still, in obedience to the law of beau- ty, to illuminate and harmonise the great struggles and problems of human life? My belief is that such power they would not have failed to gain. From the height to which the genius of Keats arose during the brief period between its first effervescence and its exhaustion — from the glowing humanity of his own nature, and the completeness with which, by the testimony alike of his own consciousness and his friends' experience, he was accustomed to live in the lives of others — from the gleams of true greatness of mind which shine not only in his poetry, but equally amid the gossip and pleasantry of his familiar letters — from all our evidences, in a word, as to what he was as well as from what he did — I think it probable that by power, as well as by temperament and aim, he was the most Shakspearean spirit that has lived 10* v 216 KEATS. [chap. since Shakspeare ; the true Marcellus, as his first biographer has called him, of the realm of English song ; and that in his premature death our literature has sustained its great- est loss. Something like this, it would seem, is also the opinion of his foremost now living successors — as Lord Tennyson, Mr. Browning, Mr. Matthew Arnold. Others have formed a different judgment, but among those unfort- unate guests at the banquet of life — the poets called away before their time — who can really adjudge the honours that would have been due had they remained ? In a final estimate of any writer's work we must take into account not what he might have done, but only what he did. And in the work actually left by Keats, the master-chord of humanity, we shall admit, had not yet been struck with fulness. When we sum up in our minds the total effect of his poetry we can think, indeed, of the pathos of Isabel- la, but of that alone, as equally powerful in its kind with the nature-magic of the Hymn to Pan and the Ode to a Nightingale, with the glow of romance colour in St. Ag- nes' s Eve, the weirdness of romance sentiment in La Belle Dame sans Merci, the conflict of elemental force with fate in Hyperion, the revelations of the soul of ancient life and art in the Ode on a Grecian Urn, and the fragment of an Ode to Mala. It remains to glance at the influence exercised by Keats on the poets who have come after him. In two ways, chiefly, I should say, has that influence been operative. First, on the subject-matter of poetry: in kindling and informing in other souls the poetic love of nature for her own sake, and also, in equal degrees, the love both of classic fable and of romance. And secondly, on its form : in setting before poets a certain standard of execution — a standard not of technical correctness, for which Keats nev- IX .] CHARACTER AND GENIUS. 217 er cared sufficiently, but of that quality to which he him- self refers when he speaks of " loading every rift of a sub- ject with ore." We may define it as the endeavour after a continual positive poetic richness and felicity of phrase. A typical instance is to be found in the lines already quoted that tell us of the trembling hopes of Madeline— " But to her heart her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side." The beauty of such a phrase is no mere beauty of fancy or of sound ; it is the beauty which resides in truth only, every word being chosen and every touch laid by a vital exercise of the imagination. The first line describes in perfection the duality of consciousness in such a moment of suspense, the second makes us realise at once the phys- ical effect of the emotion on the heroine, and the spell of her imagined presence on ourselves. In so far as Keats has taught other poets really to write like this, his influ- ence has been wholly to their advantage— but not so when for this quality they give us only its simulacrum, in the shape of brilliancies merely verbal and a glitter not of gold. The first considerable writer among Keats's successors on whom his example took effect was Hood, in the fairy and romance poems of his earlier time. The dominant poet of the Victorian age, Tennyson, has been profoundly influ- enced by it both in the form and the matter of his art, and is indeed the heir of Keats and of Wordsworth in almost equal degrees. After or together with Coleridge, Keats has also contributed most, among English writers, to the poetic method and ideals of Rossetti and his group. Himself, as we have seen, alike by gifts and training a true child of the Elizabethans, he thus stands in the most direct line of descent between the great poets of that age 218 KEATS. [chap. ix. and those, whom posterity has yet to estimate, of our own day. Such, I think, is Keats's historic place in English litera- ture. What his place was in the hearts of those who best knew him, we have just learned from their own lips. The days of the years of his life were few and evil, but above his grave the double aureole of poetry and friendship shines immortally. APPENDIX. Pa^e 2 note 1.— As to the exact date of Keats's birth the evidence is conflicting He was christened at St. Botolph's, Bishopsgate, Dec. 18 1795, and on the margin of the entry in the baptismal register (which I am informed is in the handwriting of the rector, Dr. Cony- beare) is a note stating that he was born Oct. 31st. The date is given accordingly without question by Mr. Buxton Forman ( Works, vol. i., n xlviii) But it seems certain that Keats himself and his family believed his birthday to have been Oct. 29th. Writing on that day in 1818 Keats says, " this is my birthday." Brown (in Houghton MSS.) gives the same day, but only as on hearsay from a lady to whom Keats had mentioned it, and with a mistake as to the year. Lastly, in the proceedings in Rawlmgs v. Jennings, Oct 29th is again given as his birthday, in the affidavit of one Anne Birch, who swears that she knew his father and mother intimately. The entry in the St. Bo- tolph's register is probably the authority to be preferred.— Lower Moorfields was the space now occupied by Finsbury Circus and the London Institution, together with the east side of Finsbury Fave- ment —The births of the younger brothers are in my text given ricrhtly for the first time, from the parish registers of St. Leonard s, Shoreditch, where they were all three christened in a batch on Sept. 24 1801 The family were at that date living m Craven Street P 2 note 2 —Brown (Houghton MSS.) says simply that Thomas Keats 'was a "native of Devon." His daughter, Mrs Llanos, tells me she remembers hearing as a child that he came from the Lands End Persons of the name are still living m Plymouth. P 5 note 2 —The total amount of the funds paid into Court by the 'executors under Mr. Jennings's will (see Preface, p. til) was -PI ^ 1 fiO 19s hd P 10 note Land p. 70, note 1.— Of the total last mentioned, there came to the widow first and last (partly by reversion from other leg- atees who predeceased her) sums amounting to £9343 2s In the Chancery proceedings the precise terms of the deed executed by Mrs Jennings for the benefit of her grandchildren are not quoted, but only its° general purport; whence it appears that the sum she made over to Messrs. Sandell and Abbey in trust for them amounted ap- proximately to £8000, and included all the reversions fallen or still to fall in as above mentioned. The balance, it is to be presumed, she retained for her own support (she being then seventy-four). 220 - KEATS. P. 16, note 1. — The following letter written by Mr. Abbey to Mr. Taylor the publisher, under date April 18, 1821, soon after the news of Keats's death reached England, speaks for itself. The letter is from Woodhouse MSS. B. "Sir, I beg pardon for not replying to your favor of the 30th ult. re- specting the late Mr. Juo. Keats. "I am obliged by your note, but he having withdrawn himself from my controul, and acted contrary to my advice, I cannot interfere with his affairs. "I am, Sir, "Yr. mo. Hble St., "KlOUD. AlJBKY." P. 33, note 1. — The difficulty of determining the exact date and place of Keats's first introduction to Hunt arises as follows : Cow- den Clarke states plainly and circumstantially that it took place in Leigh Hunt's cottage at Hampstead. Hunt in his Autobiography says it was "in the spring of the year 1S16" that he went to live at Hampstead in the cottage in question. Putting these two state- ments together, we get the result stated as probable in the text. But on the other hand there is the strongly Huntian character of Keats's Epistle to G. F. Mathew, dated November, 1815, which would seem to indicate an earlier acquaintance (see p. 30). Unluckily Leigh Hunt himself has darkened counsel on the point by a paragraph inserted in the last edition of his Autobiography, as follows (Pref. no. 7, p. 257) : " It was not at Hampstead that I first saw Keats. It was at York Buildings, in the New Road (No. 8), where I wrote part of the Indicator, and he resided with me while in Mortimer Street, Kentish Town (No. 13), where I concluded it. I mention this for the curious in such things, among whom I am one." The student must not be misled by this remark of Hunt's, which is evidently only due to a slip of memory. It is quite true that Keats lived with Hunt in Mortimer Street, Kentish Town, during part of July and August, 1820 (see page 195), and that before moving to that address Hunt had lived for more than a year (from the autumn of 1818 to the spring of 1820) at 8 New Road. But that Keats was intimate with him two years and a half earlier, when he was in fact living not in London at all but at the Yale of Health, is abundantly certain. P. 37, note 1. — Cowden Clarke tells how Keats, once calling and finding him fallen asleep over Chaucer, wrote on the blank space at the end of the Floure and the Leafe the sonnet beginning " This pleasant tale is like a little copse." Reynolds on reading it ad- dressed to Keats the following sonnet of his own, which is unpub- lished (Houghton MSS.), and has a certain biographical interest. It is dated Feb. 27, 1817: "Thy thoughts, dear Keats, are like fresh-gathered leaves, Or white flowers pluck'd from some sweet lily bed ; They set the heart a-breathing, and they shed The glow of meadows, mornings, and spring eves O'er the excited soul.— Thy genius weaves APPENDIX. 221 Songs that shall make the age he nature-led, And win that coronal for thy young head Which time's strange [qy. strong?] hand of freshness ne'er bereaves. Go on ! and keep thee to thine own green way, Singing in that same key which Chaucer sung ; Be thou companion of the summer day, Roaming the fields and older woods among: So shall thy muse be ever in her Ma)', And thy luxuriant spirit ever young." P. 44, note 1. — Woodhouse MSS. A contains the text of the first draft in question, with some preliminary words of Woodhouse as follows : "The lines at p. 36 of Keats's printed poems are altered from a copy of verses written by K. at the request of his brother George, and by the latter sent as a valentine to the lady. The following is a copy of the lines as originally written : " ' Hadst thou lived in days of old, Oh what wonders had been told Of thy lively dimpled face, And thy footsteps full of grace : Of thy hair's luxurious darkling, Of thine eyes' expressive sparkling, And thy voice's swelling rapture, Taking hearts a ready capture. Oh ! if thou hadst breathed then, Thon hadst made the Muses ten. Could'st thou wish for lineage higher Than twin sister of Thalia? At least for ever, ever more Will I call the Graces four.' " Here follow lines 41-68 of the poem as afterwards published; and in conclusion — "Ah me ! whither shall I flee? Thou hast metamorphosed me. Do not let me sigh and pine, Prythee be my valentine. " 14 Feby., 1816." P. 47, note 1. — Mrs. Procter's memory, however, betrayed her when she informed Lord Houghton that the colour of Keats's eyes was blue. That they were pure hazel-brown is certain, from the evidence alike of C. C. Clarke, of George Keats and his wife (as transmitted by their daughter Mrs. Speed to her son), and from the various por^ traits painted from life and posthumously by Severn and Hilton. Mrs. Procter calls his hair auburn ; Mrs. Speed had heard from hex- father and mother that it was " golden red," which may mean nearly the same thing ; I have seen a lock in the possession of Sir Charles Dilke, and should rather call it a warm brown, likely to have looked gold in the lights. Bailey in Houghton MSS. speaks of it as extraor- dinarily thick and curly, and says that to lay your hand on his head was like laying it " on the rich plumage of a bird." An evidently misleading description of Keats's general aspect is that of Coleridge, when he describes him as a " loose, slack, not well-dressed youth." 222 KEATS. The sage must have been drawing from his inward eye, those inti- mate with Keats being of one accord as to his appearance of trim strength and "fine compactness of person." Coleridge's further mention of his hand as shrunken and old-looking seems exact. P. 78, note 1. — The isolated expressions of Keats on this subject, which alone have been hitherto published, have exposed him some- what unjustly to the charge of petulance and morbid suspicion. Fairness seems to require that the whole passage in which he deals with it should be given. The passage occurs in a letter to Bailey written from Hampstead and dated Oct. 8, 1817, of which only a fragment was printed by Lord Houghton, and after him by Mr. Bux- ton Forman (Works, vol. iii., p. 82, no. xvi.): "I went to Hunt's and Haydon's, who live now neighbours. — Shelley was there — I know nothing about anything in this part of the world— every Body seems at Loggerheads. There's Hunt infat- uated — there's Haydon's picture in statu quo — There's Hunt walks up and down his painting-room criticising every head most unmerci- fully — There's Horace Smith tired of Hunt — ' The Web of our life is of mingled yarn.' ... I am quite disgusted with literary men, and will never know another except Wordsworth — no not even Byron. Here is an instance of the friendship of such. Haydoh and Hunt have known each other many years — now they live, pour ainsi dire, jealous neighbours. Haydon says to me, Keats, don't show your lines to Hunt on any account, or he will have done half for you — so it appears Hunt wishes it to be thought. When he met Reynolds in the Theatre, John told him I was getting on to the completion of 4000 lines — Ah ! says Hunt, had it not been for me they would have been 7000 ! If he will say this to Reynolds, what would he to other people ? Haydon received a Letter a little while back on the subject from some Lady, which contains a caution to me, thro' him, on this subject. Now is not all this a most paultry thing to think about?" P. 82, note 1. — See Haydon, Autobiography, vol. i., pp. 38-4-5. The letter containing Keats's account of the same entertainment was printed for the first time by Speed, Works, vol. i., p. i., no. 1, where it is dated merely " Featherstone Buildings, Monday." (At Feather- stone Buildings lived the family of Charles Wells.) In Houghton MSS. I find a transcript of the same letter in the hand of Mr. Coven- try Patmore, with a note in Lord Houghton's hand : " These letters I did not print. R. M. M." In the transcript is added in a paren- thesis after the weekday the date 5 April, 1818: but this is a mis- take ; the 5th of April in that year Avas not a Monday ; and the contents of Keats's letter itself, as well as a comparison with Hay- don's words in his Autobiography, prove beyond question that it was written on Monday, the 5th of January. P. 87, note 1. — Similar expressions about the Devonshire weather occur in nearly all Keats's letters written thence in the course of March and April. The letter to Bailey containing the sentences quoted in my text is wrongly printed both by Lord Houghton and APPENDIX. 223 Mr. Forman under date Sept., 1818. I find the same date given between brackets at the head of the same letter as transcribed in Woodhouse MSS. B, proving that an error was early made either in docketing or copying it. The contents of the letter leave no doubt as to its real date. The sentences quoted prove it to have been written not in autumn but in spring. It contains Kcats's reasons both for going down to join his brother Tom at Teignmouth and for failing to visit Bailey at Oxford on the way. Now in September Keats was not at Teignmouth at all, and Bailey had left Oxford for good, and was living at his curacy in Cumberland (see p. 121). More- over, there is an allusion by Keats himself to this letter in another which he wrote the next day to Reynolds, whereby its true date can be fixed with precision as Friday, March 13th. P. Ill, note 1. The following unpublished letter of Keats to Mr. Taylor (from Woodhouse MSS. B) has a certain interest, both in it. self and as fixing the date of his departure for the North : " Sunday evening. "My dear Taylor, I am sorry I have not had time to call and wish you health til) my return. Really I have been hard run these last three days. However, au revoir, God keep us all well ! I start tomorrow Morning. My brother Tom will I am afraid be lonely. I can scarcely ask the loan of books for him, since I still keep those yon lent me a year ago. If I am overweening, you will I know be indulgent. Therefore when you shall write, do send him some you think will be most amusing— he will be careful in returning them. Let him have one of my books bound. I am ashamed to catalogue these messages. There is but one more, which ought to go for nothing as there is a lady concerned. I promised Mrs. Reynolds one of my books bound. As I cannot write in it let the opposite" [a leaf with the name and " from the author," notes Woodhouse] " be pasted in 'prythee. Remem- ber me to Percy St.— Tell Hilton that one gratification on my return will be to find him engaged on a history piece to his own content. And tell Dewint I shall become a disputant on the landscape. Bow for me very genteely to Mrs. D. or she will not admit your diploma. Remember me to llessey, saying I hope he'll Carey his point. I would not forget Woodhouse. Adieu! Your sincere friend, "John o'Gbots. "June 22, 1S18. Hampstead." [The date and place are added by Wood- house in red ink, presumably from the post-mark.] P. 118, note 1. — In the concluding lines quoted in my text Mr. Buxton Forman has noticed the failure of rhyme between "All the magic of the place" and the next line, "So saying, with a spirit's glance," and has proposed, by way of improvement, to read " with a spirit's grace." I find the true explanation in Woodhouse MSS. A, where the poem is continued thus in pencil after the word " place :" " Tis now free to stupid face, To cutters, and to fashion boats, To cravats and to petticoats — The great sea shall war it down, For its fame shall not be blown At each farthing Quadrille dance. So saying with a spirit's glance He dived." 224 KEATS. Evidently Keats was dissatisfied with the first six of these lines (as he well might be), and suppressed them in copying the piece both for his correspondents and for the press, forgetting at the same time to give any indication of the hiatus so caused. P. 126, note i.— Lord Houghton says, " On returning to the south, Keats found his brother alarmingly ill, and immediately joined him at Teignmouth." It is certain that no such second visit to Teign- mouth was made by either brother. The error is doubtless due to the misdating of Keats's April letter to Bailey : see last note but one, p. 222. P. 136, note 1. — Keats in this letter proves how imperfect was his knowledge of his own affairs, and how much those affairs had been mismanaged. At the time when he thus found himself near the end of the capital on which he had hitherto subsisted, there was another resource at his disposal of which it is evident he knew nothing. Quite apart from the provision made by Mrs. Jennings for her grand- children after her husband's death, and administered by Mr. Abbey, there were the legacies Mr. Jennings himself had left them by will: one of £1000 direct; the other, of a capital to yield £50 a year, in reversion after their mother's death (see p. 5). The former sum was invested by order of the Court in Consols, and brought £1550 Is. lOd. worth of that security at the price at which it then stood. £1666 13s. Ad. worth of the same stock was farther purchased from the funds of the estate in order to yield the income of £50 a year. The interest on both these investments was duly paid to Frances Rawlings during her life, but after her death in 1810 both invest- ments lay untouched and accumulating interest until 1823, when George Keats, to whose knowledge their existence must then have become known for the first time, received on application to the Court a fourth share of each, with its accumulations. Two years after- wards Fanny Keats received in like manner on application the re- maining three shares (those of her brothers John and Tom as well as her own), the total amount paid to her being £3375 5.9. Id., and to George £1147 5s. Id. It was a part of the ill luck which attended the poet always that the very existence of these_ funds must have been ignored or forgotten by his guardian and solicitors at the time when he most needed them. P. 146, note 1. — Landor's letter to Lord Houghton on receipt of a presentation copy of the Life and Letters, in 1848, begins character- istically as follows : " Bath, Aug. 29th. Dear Milnes, . , On my return to Bath last evening, after six weeks absence, I Unci your valuable present of Keatses Works. He better deserves such an edi- tor than I such a mark of your kindness. Of all our poets, excepting Shaks- peare and Milton, and perhaps Chaucer, he has most of the poetical char- acter—fire, fancv, and diversity. lie has not indeed overcome so great a difficulty as Shelley in his Genet, nor united so many powers of the mind as Southey in Kehama— but there is an effluence of power and light pervad- ing all his works, and a freshness such as wo feel in the glorious dawn ul Chaucer." APPENDIX. 225- P. 150, note 1. — I think there is no doubt that Hyperion was begun by Keats beside his brother's sick-bed in September or October, 1818, and that it is to it he alludes when he speaks in those days of "plunging into abstract images," and finding a "feverous relief" in the " abstractions " of poetry. Certainly these phrases could hardly apply to so slight a task as the translation of Ronsard's sonnet, Nat- we ornant Cassandre, which is the only specific piece of work he about the same time mentions. Brown says distinctly, of the weeks when Keats was first living with him after Tom's death in Decem- ber— "It was then he wrote Hyperion;" but these words rather favour than exclude the supposition that it had been already begun. In his December-January letter to America Keats himself alludes to the poem by name, and says he has been "going on a little" with it; and on the 14th of February, 1819, says, "I have not gone on with Hyperion." During the next three months he was chiefly occupied on the Odes, and whether he at the same time wrote any more of Hyperion we cannot tell. It was certainly finished, all but the re- vision, by some time in April, as in that month Woodhouse had the MS. to read, and notes (see Buxton Forman, Works, vol. ii., p. 143) that " it contains two books and $ (about 900 lines in all) :" the actual length of the piece as published being 883 lines and a word, and that of the draft copied by Woodhouse before revision 891 and a word (see note to p. 162). When Keats, after nearly a year's interruption of his correspondence with Bailev, tells him 'in a "letter from Winchester in August or September, " I have also been writ- ing parts of my Hyperion," this must not be taken as meaning that he has been writing them lately, but only that he has been writing them— like Isabella and The Eve of St. Agnes, which he mentions at the same time— since the date of his last letter. P. 162, note 1. — The version of The Em of St. Agnes given in Woodhouse MSS. A is copied almost without change from the cor- rected state of the original MS. in the possession of Mr. F. Locker- Lampson, which is in all probability that actually written by Keats at Chichester (see p. 131). The readings of the MS. in question are given with great care by Mr. Buxton Forman ( Works, vol. ii., p. 71 folk), but the first seven stanzas of the poem as printed are wanting in it. Students may therefore be glad to have from Woodhouse's transcript the following table of the changes in those stanzas made by the poet in the course of composition: Stanza i. : line 1, for " chill " stood " cold ;" line 4, for " was " stood "were;" line 7, for "from" stood " in ;" line 9 (and Stanza n., line 1), for "prayer" stood "prayers." Stanza in. : line V, for "went" stood "turn'd ;" line 8, for " Rough " stood " Black." After stanza in. stood the following stanza, suppressed in the poem as printed : 4. "But (here are ears may hear sweet melodies, And ihere are eye? to brighten festivals, And there are feet for nimble minstrelsies, 226 KEATS. And many a lip that for the red wine calls- Follow, then follow to the illumined halls, Follow me youth— and leave the eremite- Give him a tear— then trophied bannerals And many a brilliant tasseling of light Shall droop from arched ways this high baronial night." Stanza v. : line 1, for " revelry" stood " revellers ;" lines 3-5, for "Numerous as shadows haunting fairily The brain new-stuff'd in youth with triumphs gay Of old romance. These let us wish away," stood the following : "Ah what are they? the idle pulse scarce stirs, The muse should never make the spirit gay; Away, bright dulness, laughing fools away." P. 164, note 1. — At what precise date La Belle Dame sans Merci was written is uncertain. As of the Ode to Melancholy, Keats makes no mention of this poem in his correspondence. In Woodhouse MSS. A it is dated 1819. That Woodhouse made his transcripts before or while Keats was on his Shanklin-Winchester expedition in that year is, I think, certain both from the readings of the transcripts themselves, and from the absence among them of Lamia and the Ode to Autumn. Hence it is to the first half of 1819 that La Belle Dame sans Merci must belong, like so much of the poet's best work besides. The line quoted in my text shows that the theme was al- ready in his mind when he composed The Eve of St. Agnes in Janu- ary. Mr. Buxton Forman is certainly mistaken in supposing it to have been written a year later, after his critical attack of illness (Works, vol. ii., p. 357, note). P. 183, note 1. — The relation of Hyperion, A Vision, to the origi- nal Hyperion is a vital point in the history of Keats's mind and art, and one that has been generally misunderstood. The growth of the error is somewhat interesting to trace. The first mention of the Vision is in Lord Houghton's Life and Letters, ed. 184*7, vol. i., p. 244. Having then doubtless freshly in his mind the passage of Brown's MS. memoir quoted in the text, Lord Houghton stated the matter rightly in the words following his account of Hyperion: "He after- wards published it as a fragment, and still later re-cast it into the shape of a Vision, which remains equally unfinished." When, eight years later, the same editor printed the piece for the first time (in Miscellanies of the PhUobiblon Society, vol. iii., 1856-7) from the MS. given him by Brown, he must have forgotten Brown's account of its origin, and writes doubtfully : " Is it the original sketch out of which the earlier part of the poem was composed, or is it the commence- ment of a reconstruction of the whole ? I have no external evidence to decide this question;" and further: "The problem of the priority of the two poems — both fragments, and both so beautiful — may af- ford a wide field for ingenious and critical conjecture." Ten years later again, wheu he brought out the second edition of the Life and APPENDIX. 227 Letters, Lord Houghton had drifted definitely into a wrong conclu- sion on the point, and printing the piece in his Appendix as "An- other Version," says in his text (p. 206), " On reconsideration, I have no doubt that it was the first draft." Accordingly it is given as " an earlier version " in Mr. W. M. Rossetti's edition of 1872, as " the first version" in Lord Houghton's own edition of 1876; and so on, posi- tively but quite wrongly, in the several editions by Messrs. Buxton Forman, Speed, and W. T. Arnold. The obvious superiority of Hy- perion to the Vision no doubt at first sight suggested the conclusion to which these editors, following Lord Houghton, had come. In the meantime at least two good critics, Mr. W. B. Scott and Mr. R. Gar- nett, had always held on internal evidence that the Vision was not a first draft, but a recast attempted by the poet in the decline of his powers : an opinion in which Mr. Garnett was confirmed by his rec- ollection of a statement to that effect in the lost MS. of Woodhouse (see above, Preface, p. v., and W. T. Arnold, Works, etc., p. xlix., note). Brown's words, quoted in my text, leave no doubt whatever that these gentlemen were right. They are confirmed from another side by Woodhouse MSS. A, which contains the copy of a real early draft of Hyperion. In this copy the omissions and alterations made in revising the piece are all marked in pencil, and are as follows (taking the number of lines in the several books of the poem as printed); Book I. After line 21 stood the cancelled lines, "Thus the old Eagle, drowsy with great grief, Sat moulting his weak plumage, never 'more To be restored or soar against the sun ; While his three sons upon Olympus stood." In line 30, for " stay'd Ixion's wheel " stood " eased Ixion's toil." In line 48, for "tone" stood "tune." In line 76, for "gradual" stood " sudden." In line 102, after the word " Saturn," stood the cancelled words, "What dost think? Am I that same ? O Chaos !" In line 156, for "yielded like the mist" stood "gave to them like mist." In line 189, for "Savour of poisonous brass" stood "A poi- son-feel of brass." In line 200, for " When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers " stood " When an earthquake hath shook their city towers." After line 205 stood the cancelled line " Most like a rose-bud to a fairy's lute." In line 209, for " And like a rose " stood " Yes, like a rose." In line 268, for " Suddenly " stood " And, sudden." Book II. In line 128, for "vibrating" stood "vibrated." In line 134, for " starry Uranus " stood " starr'd Uranus " (some friend doubt- less called Keats's attention to the false quantity). Book III. After line 125 stood the cancelled lines, "Into a hue more roseate than sweet pain Gives to a ravish'd nymph, when her warm tears Gush luscious with no sob ; or more severe." In line 126, for " most like " stood " more like." 228 KEATS. In these omissions and corrections two things will be apparent to the student : first, that they are all greatly for the better, and sec- ond, that where a corrected passage occurs again in the Vision, it in every case corresponds to the printed Hyperion, and not to the draft of the poem preserved by Woodhouse. This of itself would make it certain that the Vision was not a first version of Hyperion, but a re- cast of the poem as revised (in all probability at Winchester) after its first composition. Taken together with the statement of Brown, which is perfectly explicit, as to time, place, and circumstances, and the corresponding statement of Woodhouse as recollected by Mr. Garnett, the proof is from all sides absolute ; and the " first version " theory must disappear henceforward from editions of and commen- taries on our poet. I\ 191, note 1. — A more explicit refutation of Haydon's account was given, some years after its appearance, by Cowden Clarke (see Preface, no. 10) ; not, indeed, from personal observation at the time in question, but from general knowledge of the poet's character : "I can scarcely conceive of anything more unjust than the ac- count which that ill-ordered being, Ilaydon, the artist, left behind him in his 'Diary' respecting the idolised object of his former in- timacy, John Keats. . . . Haydon's detraction was the more odious because its object could not contradict the charge, and because it supplied his old critical antagonists (if any remained) with an au- thority for their charge against him of Cockney ostentation and dis- play. The most mean-spirited and trumpery twaddle in the para- graph was, that Keats was so far gone in sensual excitement as to put cayenne pepper on his tongue when taking his claret. In the first place, if the stupid trick were ever played, I have not the slight- est belief in its serious sincerity. During my knowledge of him Keats never purchased a bottle of claret; and from such observa- tion as could not escape me, I am bound to say that his domestic expenses never would have occasioned him a regret or a self-reproof ; and, lastly, I never perceived in him even a tendency to imprudent indulgence." P. 195, note 1.— In Medwin's Life of Shelley (1847), pp. 89-92, are some notices of Keats communicated to the writer by Fanny Brawne (then Mrs. Lindon), to whom Medwin alludes as his " kind corre- spondent." Medwin's carelessness of statement and workmanship is well known : he is perfectly casual in the use of quotation marks and the like ; but I think an attentive reading of the paragraph beginning on p. 90, which discusses Mr. Finch's account of Keats's death, leaves no doubt that it continues in substance the quotation previously begun from Mrs. Lindon. " That his sensibility," so runs the text, " was most acute, is true, and his passions were very strong, but not violent; if by that term, violence of temper is implied. His was no doubt susceptible, but his anger seemed rather to turn on himself than others, and in moments of greatest irritation it was only by a sort of savage despondency that he sometimes grieved and APPENDIX. 229 wounded his friends. Violence such as the letter " [of Mr. Finch] "describes was quite foreign to his nature. For more than a twelve- month before quitting England I saw him everyday" [this would be true of Fanny Brawne from Oct., 1819, to Sept.", 1820, if we except the Kentish Town period in the summer, and is certainly more near- ly true of her than of anyone else], "I often witnessed his suffer- ings, both mental and bodily, and I do not hesitate to say that he never could have addressed an unkind expression, much less a vio- lent one, to any human being." 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