1 LIST OF PERSONS COMPOSING THE KEATS CIRCLE. James Rice, not living in December 1833. Joseph Severn, born 1793, died 3 August 1879. Charles Armitage Brown, died about 1842. William Wordsworth, born 7 April 1770, died 23 April 1850. Percy Bysshe Shelley, born 4 August 1792, died 8 July 1822. I should have been glad to add particulars of birth and death in regard to Richard Woodhouse, George Felton Mathew, Thomas Richards, and some others, concerning whom, up to the time of going to press, I have not learnt the required details. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Volume Page Chief of organic numbers ! A THING of beauty is a joy for ever: ... ... Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, ... Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,—the domain Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, Come hither all sweet maidens soberly, ... ... ... ... 39 ... ... ... Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave... Give me a golden pen, and let me lean I will behold that Boulogne :... Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem He is to weet a melancholy carle : ... : ... I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings II ... 319 II 489 I 262 II 205 II 228 ... Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there ... Life's sea hath been five times at its slow ebb, [foot Light feet, dark violet eyes, and parted hair ; ... Many the wonders I this day have seen : Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, No more advices, no more cautioning; No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist... ... ... 477 ... ... 309 ... 279 Now, Ludolph! Now, Auranthe! Daughter fair! Now Morning from her orient chamber came, Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance, O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate! ... ... O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, O Sorrow,... O! were I one of the Olympian twelve, O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, [foot-note] One morn before me were three figures seen, Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes,... Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud ... St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was! Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals, ... 213 ... : ... ... 137 II ... 241 83 Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Stay, ruby-breasted warbler, stay, The church bells toll a melancholy round, The sun, with his great eye, ... The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, Think not of it, sweet one, so ;— |