Identifier: keatsshelleybook00lond (find matches)
Title: Keats-Shelley; the Bookman memorial souvenir
Year: 1912 (1910s)
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Subjects: Keats, John, 1795-1821 Shelley, Percy Bysshe, 1792-1822
Publisher: London Hodder and Stoughton
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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ed by some of them and tolerated by others as the victim of a mistaken zeal and a misdirected enthusiasm. And still there are things to find out. What! say you, O reader of this Bookman Endymion. Be gently pressd by any but myself— Think, think Francesca, what a cursed thing It were beyond expression ! J- He introduced the passage with the words, Some lines I read the other day are continually ringing a peal in my ears; nevertheless, beneath the poetry, before he went on with his letter and signed J. Keats, he affixed what I have transliterated as a capital J—to use a word which appears to be the correct classical slang of the moment, unless I mistake Mr. de Selincourts meaning when he describes as exact print from a manuscript as a transliteration, What I want to convey by it here, if I may, is that Keats wrote a beautiful capital J under those lines of verse, and that I am beholden to the printer of The Bookman for doing the same as he is doing in regard to all these remarks—putting. 35
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Kcpodu.-.jd by ;cr Isabella; or the Pot of Basil. From the painting by Henrietta Rae (Mrs. Ernest Normand). 37 that is to say, a printed typographical substitute for every manuscript letter, including, that J. Now, when I first read this love letter No. i in Keatss delightful script, my thought was— How charmingly he breaks into the tongue of Shakespeare, of Johnson, of Beanmoul and Fletcher, the speech that was natural to the memorable Elizabethan or Jacobean dramatists—the speech which was in the air in that gicat semi-barbaric epoch. Then arose the misgiving— Perhaps I am mistaken about that J; perhaps it is not meant to say to his ad/, See how I, your John, your Keats, have said what I want to say in verse—you are to read this not as an apt quotation of mine from some one or others work, but as my very thought, uttered to you in my very words, as one of the seventeenth century men with whom I have lived so closely might have said it, and uttered in verse because verse is mo

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