The poetical works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats : complete in one volume . Keats belonged to a school ofpolitics which they from their ambush anathema-tized :—hLnce, and hence alone, tlieir malice to-wards him. Keats was, as a poet, like a rich fruit-tree gardener has not pruned of its luxuriance:time, liad it been allotted him by Heaven, wouldhave seen it as trim and rich as any brother of thegarden. It is and will ever be regretted by thereaders of his works, that he lingered no longeramong living men, to bring to perfection what liemeditated, to contribute to British literature a
The poetical works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats : complete in one volume . Keats belonged to a school ofpolitics which they from their ambush anathema-tized :—hLnce, and hence alone, tlieir malice to-wards him. Keats was, as a poet, like a rich fruit-tree gardener has not pruned of its luxuriance:time, liad it been allotted him by Heaven, wouldhave seen it as trim and rich as any brother of thegarden. It is and will ever be regretted by thereaders of his works, that he lingered no longeramong living men, to bring to perfection what liemeditated, to contribute to British literature agreater name, and to delight the lovers of truepoetry with tlie rich melody of his musically era-bodied A POETIC ROMANCE. INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. The stretched metre of an Antique Song. PREFACE. Knowing within mj^self the manner in which thisPoem has been produced, it is not without a feelingcf regret that I malve it public. What manner I mean, will be quite clear to thereader, who must soon perceive great inexpprience,immaturity, and every error denoting a feverish at-tempt, rather than a deed accomplished. The twofirst books, and indeed the two last, I feel sensibleare not of such completion as to warrant their press; nor should they, if I thought a years cas-tigation would do them any good ;—it will not: thefoundations are too sandy. It is just that this youngstershould die away: a sad thought for me, if I had notsome hope that while it is dwindling I may be plot-ting, and fitting myself for verses fit to live. This may be speaking too presumptuously, andmay deserve a ptmishment: but no feeling man will« forward to inflict it: he will leave me alo
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