Shall I glutton here with Keats? Shall I drink with Shelley?

My rhymes must go Turn 'ee, twist 'ee, Twinkling, frosty, Will-o'-the-wisp-like, misty; Rhymes I will make Like Keats and Blake And Christina Rossetti, With run and ripple and shake.

Keats, in his sublime ode on Chapman's Homer, has described the sensation once for all: "Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken.

[The first letter to Charles Wentworth Dilke (1789-1864), a friend of Keats, Hunt and Hood, editor of Dodsley and at this time editor of The Athenaeum.

"Consult Dilke" was a favourite phrase with Lamb and Hood and, long before, with Keats.

On the faded leaves of this book, which once belonged to Fanny Brawne, are inscribed three new poems in KEATS'S own hand.

In poetry her taste was in some respects the taste of an earlier generation; she could not join, for instance, in the depreciation of Byron, nor could she sympathize with the unbounded admiration for Keats which she met with among the young.

Goldsmith's fame has steadily gained; and so has that of Keats, whom we may also fairly reckon in our list, though he remained harmless, having never taken a degree.

LOWELL, AMY. John Keats.

SEE Keats, John.

Death is a Tory, by Keats Patrick, pseud.

PATRICK, KEATS, pseud. SEE KARIG, WALTER.

SEE Keats, John. Selections from ancient Greek historians in English.

James G. Thomas (E); 8Mar74; R572085. R572119. Keats and the daemon king.

It is as vain as to contend that the "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" is a finer poem than Keats' "Eve of St. Agnes," or that the "Erl Konig" is better music than "The Moonlight Sonata.

The love that lives in art is the love of Penelope and Antigone, of Cordelia and Desdemona and Imogen, of Enid, of Mrs. Browning, among women; and among men, the love of Dante, of Keats, of the lover of Maud, of Père Goriot, of Robert Browning.

Do you remember that letter of Keats, where he confesses his intense irritation at the way in which his walking companion, Brown, I think, always in the evening got out his writing-materials in the same orderfirst the paper, then the ink, then the pen.

'I say to him,' says Keats, 'why not the pen sometimes first?'

If you want to know how a poet should live, read Dorothy Wordsworth's journals at Grasmere; if you want to know how he should feel, read the letters of Keats.

Then there is Browning's Domettthe prototype of Waringand Keats's friend James Rice, and Stevenson's friend Ferrierthat's a matchless little biographical fragment, Stevenson's letter about Ferrierthose are the sort of figures I mean, the men who charmed and delighted everyone, were brave and humorous, gave a pretty turn to everything they saidthose are the roses by the wayside!

And yet Keats had the face to say that Beauty was Truth and Truth Beauty!

Do you remember that epithet of Keats, about the 'cool-rooted' flowers?

But I thankfully discern a good hard stone in the middle of all the juiciness, with a tight little kernel inside itI'll quote Keats again, and say 'a sweet-hearted kernel,' Mind, I don't say you will do great things.

It is a curious fact, however, that there are some who aspire to the rank of poet, and have their claims allowed, who yet cannot be said to be poetical in their naturefor how can that nature be, strictly speaking, poetical which denies the sentiment of Keats, that

Keat's Endymion.