Letters of John Keats to His Family and FriendsKeats, John
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Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends
Keats, John
Keats, John, 1795-1821 -- Correspondence; Poets, English -- 19th century -- Correspondence
illustrative of the little quiet fun that he will enjoy sometimes. First I
must tell you that their house is at the corner of Great Smith Street, so
that some of the windows look into one street, and the back windows into
another round the corner. Dilke had some old people to dinner--I know not
who, but there were two old ladies among them. Brown was there--they had
known him from a child. Brown is very pleasant with old women, and on
that day it seems behaved himself so winningly that they became hand and
glove together, and a little complimentary. Brown was obliged to depart
early. He bid them good-bye and passed into the passage. No sooner was his
back turned than the old women began lauding him. When Brown had reached
the street door, and was just going, Dilke threw up the window and called:
"Brown! Brown! They say you look younger than ever you did!" Brown went
on, and had just turned the corner into the other street when Dilke
appeared at the back window, crying: "Brown! Brown! By God, they say
you're handsome!" You see what a many words it requires to give any
identity to a thing I could have told you in half a minute.
I have been reading lately Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, and I think you
will be very much amused with a page I here copy for you. I call it a Feu
de Joie round the batteries of Fort St. Hyphen-de-Phrase on the birthday
of the Digamma. The whole alphabet was drawn up in a phalanx on the corner
of an old dictionary, band playing, "Amo, amas," etc.
"Every lover admires his mistriss, though she be very deformed of
herself, ill-favoured, wrinkled, pimpled, pale, red, yellow, tan'd,
tallow-faced, have a swoln juglers platter face, or a thin, lean,
chitty face, have clouds in her face, be crooked, dry, bald,
goggle-ey'd, blear-ey'd or with staring eys, she looks like a squis'd
cat, hold her head still awry, heavy, dull, hollow-mouthed, Persean
hook-nosed, have a sharp Jose nose, a red nose, China flat, great
nose, _nare simo patuloque_, a nose like a promontory, gubber-tushed,
rotten teeth, black, uneven, brown teeth, beetle browed, a witches
beard, her breath stink all over the room, her nose drop winter and
summer with a Bavarian poke under her chin, a sharp chin, lave eared,
with a long cranes neck, which stands awry too, _pendulis mammis, her
dugs like two double jugs_, or else no dugs in the other extream,
bloody faln fingers, she have filthy long unpaired nails, scabbed
hands or wrists, a tan'd skin, a rotten carkass, crooked back, she
stoops, is lame, splea-footed, _as slender in the middle as a cow in
the waste_, gowty legs, her ankles hang over her shooes, her feet
stink, she breed lice, a mere changeling, a very monster, an aufe
imperfect, her whole complexion savours, an harsh voyce, incondite
gesture, vile gait, a vast virago, or an ugly tit, a slug, a fat
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