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Page Sonnet. To my Brother George .
ib. Written on the day that Mr Leigh Hunt left Prison
il. « How many bards gild the lapses of time !
ib. To a Friend who sent me some Roses ib. To G. A. W.
70 . 0 Solitude! if I must with thee dwell
ib. To my Brothers
ib. • Keen fitful gusts are whispering here and there
ib. « To one who has been long in city pent :
ib. On first looking into Chapman's Homer
ib. On leaving some Friends at an early hour
ib. Addressed to Haydon
71 the same
ib. On the Grasshopper and Cricket ib. To Kosciusko.
ib. « Happy is England ! I could be content,
ib. The Human Seasons On a Picture of Leander
ib. To Ailsa Rock
ib. Epistles. To George Felton Mathew
72 To my Brother George
ib. To Charles Cowden Clarke
48 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS :Dedication to Leigh Ilunt, Esq. .
55 • 1 stood tiptoe upon a little hill
ib. Specimen of an Induction to a Poem
57 Calidore; a Fragment
58 To some Ladies, on receiving a curious Shell 59 On receiving a Copy of Verses from the same Ladies
60 To Hope
ib. Imitation of Spenser
61 « Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain » ib, Ode to a Nightingale
ib. Ode on a Grecian Urn
62 Ode to Psyche
64 Lines on the Mermaid Tavern
ib. Robin Hood
65 To Autumn
ib. Ode on Melancholy
il. Sleep and Poetry
Memoir of John Keats.
The short career of John Keats was marked by spears to have been Hampstead, the localities of the development of powers which have been rarely which village were the scenes of his earliest abexhibited in one at so immatured an age. He had stractions, and the prompters of many of his best but just completed his twenty-fourth year when poetical productions: most of his personal friends, he was snatched away from the world, and an end too, resided in the neighbourhood. His first pubput for ever to a genius of a lofty and novel or- lished volume, though the greater part of it was der. Certain party critics, who made it their ob- not above mediocrity, contained passages and ject to lacerate the feelings, and endeavour to put lines of rare beauty. His political sentiments difdown by vituperation and misplaced ridicule fering from those of the Quarterly Review, being every effort which emanated not from their own manly and independent, were sins never to be servile dependents or followers, furiously attacked forgiven; and as in that party work literary judgthe writings of Keats on their appearance. Their ment was always dealt out according to political promise of greater excellence was unquestion-congeniality of feeling, with the known servility able, their beauties were obvious, – but so also of its writers, an author like Keats had no chance were defects, which might easily be made avail- of being judged fairly. He was friendless and able for an attack upon the author ; and which unknown, and could not even attract notice to a certain writers of the Quarterly Review instantly just complaint if he appealed to the public, from seized upon to gratify party malice, -not against his being yet obscure as an author. This Gifford, the author so much as against his friends. The the editor of the Quarterly, well knew, and pourunmerited abuse poured upon Keats by this pe- ed his malignity upon his unoffending victim in riodical work is supposed to have hastened his proportion as he was conscious of the want of end, which was slowly approaching when the cri- power in the object of his attack to resist it. ticism before-mentioned appeared.
scion of nobility might have scribbled nonsense This original and singular example of poetical and been certain of applause ; but a singular gegenius was of humble descent, and was born in nius springing up by its own vitality in an obMoorfields, London, October 29, 1796, at a livery- scure corner, was by all means to be crushed. stables which had belonged to his grandfather. Gifford bad been a cobbler, and the son of the He received a classical education at Enfield, under livery-stable-keeper was not worthy of his critia Mr Clarke, and was apprenticed to Mr Ham- cal toleration! Thus it always is with those mond, a sárgeon at Edmonton. The son of his narrow-minded persons who rise by the force of schoolmaster Clarke encouraged the first gerins accident from valgar obscurity: they cannot toof the poetical faculty which he early observed in lerate a brother, much less superior power or the
young poet, and introduced him to Mr Leigh genius in that brother. On the publication of Hunt, who is reported to have been the means Keats's next work, « Endymion,, Gifford attacked of his introduction to the public. 'Keats was an it with all the bitterness of which his pen was individual of extreme sensitiveness, so that he capable, and did not hesitate, before he saw the would betray emotion even to tears on hearing a work, to announce his intention of doing so to noble action recited, or at the mention of a the publisher. Keats had endeavoured, as much glowing thought or one of deep pathos : yet both as was consistent with independent feeling, to his moral and personal courage were above all conciliate the critics at large, as may be observed suspicion. His health was always delicate, for in his preface to that poem. He merited to be heh ad been a seven months' child; and it ap- treated with indulgence, not wounded by the enpears that the symptoms of premature decay, or venomed shafts of political animosity for literary rather of fragile vitality, were long indicated by errors. His book abounded in passages of true his organization, before consumption decidedly poetry, which were of course passed over; and it displayed itself.
is difficult to decide whether the cowardice or The juvenile productions of Keats were pub- the cruelty of the attack upon it, most deserve lished in 1817, the author being at that time in execration. of great sensitiveness, as already his ewenty-first year. His favourite sojourn ap- observed, and his frame already touched by a
HERE LIES ONE
mortal distemper, he felt his hopes withered, and at Rome, at the foot of the pyramid of Caius Ces-
contains all that was mortal
YOUNG ENGLISH POET,
on his death-bed, ner in Germany, he gave rich promise rather than
in the bitterness of his heart matured fruit, may be granted; but they must in
at the malicious power of his enemies,
Feb. 24th, 1821.
his character. Sensibility was predominant, but
He wished ardently for death be- som alive to each nobler and kindlier feeling of
The springs of vitality were left the human heart. There is much in them to be nearly dry long before ; his lingering as he did corrected, much to be altered for the better; astonished his medical attendants. His suffer- but there are sparkling gems of the first lustre ings were great, but he was all resignation. He everywhere to be found. It is strange, that in said, not long before he died, that he « felt the civilized societies writings should be judged of, flowers growing over him.»
not by their merits, but by the faction to which On the examination of his body, post mortem, their author belongs, though their productions by his physicians, they found that life rarely so may be solely confined to subjects the most relong tenanted a body shattered as his was : his mote from controversy. In England, a party-man lungs were well-nigh annihilated.-llis remains must yield up every thing to the opinions and were deposited in the cemetery of the Protestants dogmatism of his caste. He must reject truths,
pervert reason, misrepresent all things coming, talent, and applauded where it was due, for their from an opponent of another creed in religion or attacks upon him were not made from lack of politics. Such a state of virulent and lamentable judgment, but from wilful hostility. One knows narrow-mindedness, is the most certain that can not how to characterise such demoniacal insinexist for blighting the tender blossoms of genius, cerity. Keats belonged to a school of politics and blasting the innocent and virtuous hopes of which they from their ambush anathematized :the young aspirant after honest fame. It is not hence, and hence alone, their malice towards necessary that a young and ardent mind avow him. principles hostile to those who set up for its ene- Keats was, as a poet, like a rich fruit-tree which mies- if he be but the friend of a friend openly the gardener has not pruned of its luxuriance : opposed to them, it is enough; and the worst is, time, had it been allotted him by Heaven, would that the hostility displayed is neither limited by have seen it as trim and rich as any brother of truth and candour, sound principles of criticism, the garden. It is and will ever be regretted by humanity, or honourable feeling: it fights with the readers of his works, that he lingered no all weapons, in the dark or in the light, by craft, longer among living men, to bring to perfection or in any mode to obtain its bitter objects. The what he meditated, to contribute to British litecritics who hastened end of Keats, had his rature a greater name, and to delight the lovers works been set before them as being those of an of true poetry with the rich melody of his musiunknown writer, would have acknowledged their cally embodied thoughts.