. The eve of St. Agnes : a poem . ^i&nVU^s. anotfier worl^orgeats himselfy^ toIsabella, or the Pot ofBasir. HE whole tissue andcolouring- ofSt AgrnesEve betray tRe hec-tic conditions ia.^which tBe grreat and wonder/iil poet was worKing*. He said himseli;!am scarcely content to write tfie^ best verses, from t^e fever theyleave behind. I want to composewithout tRis fever. I hope I shall oneday) he added, but t^at day was never to dawn. There is perhapsno otRer masterpiece in Engrlishliterature in which an equal phy^^sical ecstasy is apparent. Li^?his own Porphyro, the poet is

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