{"id":2487,"date":"2009-12-04T05:30:50","date_gmt":"2009-12-04T09:30:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/?p=2487"},"modified":"2009-12-04T05:30:50","modified_gmt":"2009-12-04T09:30:50","slug":"keats-killed-by-a-review","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/keats-killed-by-a-review\/","title":{"rendered":"Keats: Killed by a review?"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"John_Keats_Tombstone_in_Rome_01\"<\/a>This week’s TLS has an interesting piece on the famous July 1821 letter signed “Y” (most certainly, we now know,\u00a0 Charles Cowden Clarke) which suggests that one major cause of John Keats’s death was the treatment he had received by several reviewers two years before his death at the publication of Endymion<\/em>. Below that letter, and the complete TLS piece is here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

JOHN KEATS, THE POET.<\/strong><\/p>\n

To the EDITOR of the MORNING CHRONICLE.<\/p>\n

Sir, I find by the Daily Papers, that the young Poet, John Keats, is dead. I shall feel gratified if you will allow a few remarks from his School-fellow and Friend, a place in your Paper.<\/p>\n

It appears that Mr. Keats died of decline at Rome, whither he had retired to repair the inroads which the rupturing of a blood vessel had made upon his constitution.<\/p>\n

It is not impossible that his premature death may have been brought on by his performing the office of nurse to a younger brother, who also died of decline; for his attention to the invalid was so anxious and unwearied, that his friends could see distinctly that his own health had suffered in the exertion. This may have been one cause, but I do not believe it was the sole cause. It will be remembered that Keats received some rough and brutal usage from the Reviews about two years since; particularly from the Quarterly, and from a Northern one; which, in the opinion of every gentlemanly and feeling mind, has rendered itself infamous from its coarse pandarism to the depraved appetites of gossips and scandal-mongers. To what extent the treatment he received from those writers operated upon his mind I cannot say; for Keats had a noble \u2013 a proud \u2013 and an undaunted heart; but he was very young, only one and twenty. He had all the enthusiasm of the youthful poet burning in him \u2013 he thought to take the great world by the hand, and hold its attention while he unburthened the overflowings of an aspiring and ardent imagination; and his beautiful recasting of \u201cThe Pot of Basil\u201d proves that he would have done so had he lived. But his ardour was met by the torpedo touch of one whose \u201cBlood is very snow-broth;\u201d and the exuberant fancies of a young and almost ungovernable fancy were dragged forward by another, and exhibited in gross and wanton caricature. It is truly painful to see the yearnings of an eager and trusting mind thus held up to the fiend-like laugh of a brutal mob, upon the pikes and bayonets of literary mercenaries. If it will be any gratification to Mr. Gifford to know how much he contributed to the discomfort of a generous mind, I can so far satisfy it by informing him, that Keats has lain awake through the whole night talking with sensative-bitterness of the unfair treatment he had experienced; and with becoming scorn of the information which was afterwards suggested to him; \u201cThat as it was considered he had been rather roughly handled, his future productions should be reviewed with less harshness.\u201d So much for the integrity and impartiality of criticism! This charge would no doubt be denied with high and flouncing indignation; but he told me he had been given to understand as much, and I believe him. If the object of this hint was to induce the young Poet to quit the society of those whom he had chosen for his friends, and who had helped him in pushing off his boat from shore, it shows how little his character was known to his assailants. He had a \u201clittle body,\u201d but he too had a \u201cmighty heart,\u201d as any one of them would have discovered, had the same impertinences been offered to him personally which were put forth in their anonymous scandal-rolls. Keats\u2019s great crime was his having dedicated his first production to Mr. Leigh Hunt. He should have cowered under the wings of Mr. Croker, and he would have been fostered into \u201ca pretty chicken.\u201d<\/p>\n

I remember his first introduction to Mr. Hunt, and the pleasure each seemed to derive from the interview. I remember with admiration, all that Gentleman\u2019s friendship and disinterestedness towards him \u2013 disinterestedness, which would surprise those only who do not know him. I remember too, his first introduction to Mr. Haydon; and when in the course of conversation that great artist asked him, \u201cif he did not love his country,\u201d how the blood rushed to his cheeks and the tears to his eyes, at his energetic reply. His love of freedom was ardent and grand. He once said, that if he should live a few years, he would go over to South America, and write a Poem on Liberty, and now he lies in a land where liberty once flourished, and where it is regenerating.<\/p>\n

I hope his friends and admirers (for he had both, and warm ones) will raise a monument to his memory on the classical spot where he died; and that Canova, the Roman, will contribute that respect, so amply in his power, to the memory of the young Englishman, who possessed a kindred mind with, and who restamped the loveliest of all the stories of his great countryman, \u2013 Boccaccio.<\/p>\n

And now farewel, noble spirit! You have forsaken us, and taken the long and dark journey towards \u201cthat bourne from whence no traveller returns;\u201d but you have left a memorial of your genius which \u201cposterity will not willingly let die.\u201d You have plunged into the gulf, but your golden sandals remain. The storm of life has overblown, and, \u201cthe rest is silence.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFear no more the heat of the sun,
\nNor the furious winter\u2019s rages;
\nThou thy worldly task hast done,
\nHome art gone, and ta\u2019en thy wages.<\/p>\n

* * * * * *
\nQuiet consummation have,
\nAnd renowned be thy Grave.\u201d<\/p>\n

Y.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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