[54] See chapter V, p. 19.
[55] Nicoll and Wise, Literary Anecdotes of the Nineteenth Century, p. 330.
Who loves to peer up at the morning sun,
With half-shut eyes and comfortable cheek,
Let him, with this sweet tale, full often seek
For meadows where the little rivers run;
Who loves to linger with the brightest one
Of Heaven (Hesperus) let him lowly speak
These numbers to the night, and starlight meek,
Or moon, if that her hunting be begun.
He who knows these delights, and too is prone
To moralize upon a smile or tear,
Will find at once religion of his own,
A bower for his spirit, and will steer
To alleys where the fir-tree drops its cone,
Where robins hop, and fallen leaves are seer.
(Complete Works of John Keats, ed by Forman, II, p. 183.)
[57] Lowell said of Hunt: “No man has ever understood the delicacies and luxuries of the language better than he.”
[58] Byron, Letters and Journals, III, p. 226, October 22, 1815.
[59] Ibid., III, p. 418.
[60] Ibid., III, p. 242, October 30, 1815.
[61] Ibid., III, p. 267, February 29, 1816.
[62] Ibid., IV, p. 237, June 1, 1818.