propond to that of progess, dich men - Haydon, "Onderpins (John Death") + Examining (Hunt), Mar, 17, 1816. 6.224. Haydon. Leclun Elgin Marbles, Nov. 1815, Cauroy arrived Feb. 23, 1816- Foot Committer rieved marbles. I. To CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE. My daintie Davie, [31 October 1816] I will be as punctual as the Bee to the Clover. Very glad am I at the thoughts of seeing so soon this glorious Haydon and all his creation. I pray thee let me know when you go to Ollier's and where he resides -this I forgot to ask you-and tell me also when you will help me waste a sullen day-God 'ield you— J K II. To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON. My dear Sir 20 November 1816 Last evening wrought me up, and I cannot for bear sending you the following. Great spirits now on earth are sojourning; B Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing: The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake: 2 Upon the forehead of the age to come; Your letter has filled me with a proud pleasure, and shall be kept by me as a stimulus to exertion-I begin to fix my eye upon one horizon. My feelings entirely fall in with yours in regard to the Ellipsis, and I glory in it. The Idea of your sending it to Wordsworth put me out of breath-you know with what Reverence I would send my Well-wishes to him. Yours sincerely John Keats 1 Wordsworth. 2 Leigh Hunt. IV. To CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE. My dear Charles, Tuesday [Postmark, Lombard Street, 17 December 1816.] You may now look at Minerva's Ægis with impunity, seeing that my awful Visage did not turn you into a John Doree. You have accordingly a legitimate title to a Copy-I will use my interest to procure it for you. I'll tell you what—I met Reynolds at Haydon's a few mornings since he promised to be with me this Evening and Yesterday I had the same promise from Severn and I must put you in Mind that on last All hallowmas' day you gave me your word that you would spend this Evening with me so no putting off. I have done little to Endymion' lately-I hope to finish it in one more attack I believe you I went to Richards's—it was so whoreson a Night that I stopped there all the next day. His Remembrances to you. (Ext. from the common place Book of my Mind-Mem.-Wednesday-Hampstead-call in Warner Street-a Sketch of Mr. Hunt.) -I will ever consider you my sincere and affectionate friend-you will not doubt that I am your's. God bless you— A short poem originally so called, but ultimately published in 817 without a title. It begins with the words "I stood tip-toe upon a little hill." V. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS. My dear Reynolds Sunday Evening Your kindness' affects me so sensibly that I can merely put down a few mono-sentences-your criticism only makes me extremely anxious that I should not deceive you. It's the finest thing by God-as Hazlitt would say. However I hope I may not deceive you.-There are some acquaintances of mine who will scratch their Beards and although I have, I hope, some Charity, I wish their nails may be long.-I will be ready at the time you mention in all Happiness. There is a report that a young Lady of 16 has written the new Tragedy God bless her-I will know her by Hook or by Crook in less than a week-My Brothers' and my Remembrances to your kind sisters. My Brothers are anxious that I should go by myself into the country-they have always been extremely 1 Reynolds praised him in a sonnet |