He himself was not of that company. If we examine the distinctive individuality of Keats's genius, we find its determining element to be the all-embracing sensuousness already alluded to. Read this stanza of the _Ode to a Nightingale_:-- "O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delvèd earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sun-burnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stainèd mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim." And compare with it the following lines of _Endymion_:-- "Taste these juicy pears, Sent me by sad Vertumnus; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . here is cream, Deepening to richness from a snowy gleam; Sweeter than that nurse Amalthea skimmed For the boy Jupiter: and here, undimmed By any touch, a bunch of blooming plums Ready to melt between an infant's gums." The delicate, highly developed sense of taste is accompanied by an equally delicate and highly developed sense of touch and sense of smell. Read the passage in _Isabella_--a poem which, following Boccaccio, treats of the same theme as Hans Andersen's tale of the "Rose Fairy"--the passage which tells how the young girl took the head of her murdered lover from the grave:-- "Then in a silken scarf,--sweet with the dews Of precious flowers pluck'd in Araby, And divine liquids come with odorous ooze Through the cold serpent pipe refreshfully, She wrapp'd it up." . . . . . . . . . . . and the lines in _Lamia_, describing the reception of the guests who come to take part in the wedding festivities:-- "When in an antechamber every guest Had felt the cold full sponge to pleasure press'd, By minist'ring slaves, upon his hands and feet, And fragrant oils with ceremony meet Pour'd on his hair, they all mov'd to the feast In white robes, and themselves in order placed Around the silken couches." In one of the _Epistles_ occurs a line, about a swan, into which is compressed an incredible amount of sensuous imagery. It is: "Kissing thy daily food from Naiads' pearly hands."