She that would be Rosania's Friend, A compleat Must be at least compleat. If I have any bravery, 'Tis cause I have so much of thee. Thy Leiger Soul in me shall lie, And all thy thoughts reveal; Thus our twin-Souls in one shall grow, A Dew shall dwell upon our Tomb That fighting Armies, thither come, We'll ask no Epitaph, but say ORINDA and ROSANIA. friend - this line sounded very oddly to me at first. In other of her poems there is a most delicate fancy of the Fletcher kind-which we will con over together. So Haydon is in Town. I had a letter from him. yesterday. We will contrive as the winter comes onbut that is neither here nor there. Have you heard from Rice? Has Martin met with the Cumberland Beggar, or been wondering at the old Leech-gatherer ? Has he a turn for fossils? that is, is he capable of sinking up to his Middle in a Morass? How is Hazlitt? We were reading his Table last night. I know he thinks 1 The Round Table. himself not estimated by ten people in the world—I wish he knew he is. I am getting on famous with my third Book-have written 800 lines thereof, and hope to finish it next Week. Bailey likes what I have done very much. Believe me, my dear Reynolds, one of my chief layingsup is the pleasure I shall have in showing it to you, I may now say, in a few days. I have heard twice from my Brothers; they are going on very well, and send their Remembrances to you. We expected to have had notices from little-Hampton1 this morning-we must wait till Tuesday. I am glad of their days with the Dilkes. You are, I know, very much teazed in that precious London, and want all the rest possible; so I shall be contented with as brief a scrawla Word or two, till there comes a pat hour. Send us a few of your stanzas to read in "Reynolds's Cove." Give my Love and respects to your Mother and remember me kindly to all at home. Yours faithfully John Keats I have left the doublings for Bailey, who is going to say that he will write to you to-morrow. XVII. To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS. [Oxford, September 1817.] Wordsworth sometimes, though in a fine way, gives us sentences in the style of school exercises.-For instance, The lake doth glitter, Small birds twitter &c. 1 From Jane and Mariane Reynolds. Now, I think this is an excellent method of giving a very clear description of an interesting place such as Oxford is. The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column The mouldering arch, Shaded o'er by a larch Stands next door to Wilson the Hosier. Vicè that is, by turns, O'er pale faces mourns The black tassell'd trencher, or common hat; The Steeple-bell rings, And as for the Chancellor-dominat. I read your letter to the young Man, whose Name is Cripps. He seemed more than ever anxious to avail himself of your offer. I think I told you we asked him to ascertain his Means. He does not possess the Philo |