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# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/A Song about myself

A Song about Myself
'I have so many interruptions,' writes Keats to his sister Fanny from Kircudbright, July 2, 1818, 'that I cannot manage to fill a Letter in one day—since I scribbled the song [Meg Merrilies] we have walked through a beautiful country to Kircudbright—at which place I will write you a song about myself.'
There was a naughty Boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be— He took In his Knapsack A Book Full of vowels; And a shirt With some towels— A slight cap For night cap— A hair brush, Comb ditto, New Stockings, For old ones Would split O! This Knapsack, Tight at 's back, He rivetted close And follow'd his Nose To the North, To the North, And follow'd his nose To the North.
There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he, For nothing would he do But scribble poetry— He took An inkstand In his hand, And a Pen Big as ten In the other, And away In a Pother He ran To the mountains, And fountains And ghostes, And Postes, And witches, And ditches, And wrote In his coat, When the weather Was cool, Fear of gout, And without When the weather Was Warm— Och the charm When we choose To follow one's nose To the north, To the north, To follow one's nose To the north.
There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he, He kept little fishes In washing tubs three In spite Of the might Of the Maid, Nor afraid Of his Granny—good— He often would, Hurly burly, Get up early, And go By hook or crook To the brook, And bring home Miller's thumb, Tittlebat Not over fat, Minnows small As the stall Of a glove, Not above The size Of a nice Little Baby's Little fingers— O, he made, 'T was his trade, Of Fish a pretty Kettle A Kettle— A Kettle ​Of Fish, a pretty Kettle, A Kettle!
There was a naughty Boy, And a naughty Boy was he. He ran away to Scotland The people for to see— Then he found That the ground Was as hard, That a yard Was as long, That a song Was as merry, That a cherry Was as red— That lead Was as weighty, That fourscore Was as eighty, That a door Was as wooden As in England— So he stood in his shoes And he wonder'd, He wonder'd, He stood in his shoes And he wonder'd.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Acrostic: Georgiana Augusta Keats

Acrostic:
Georgiana Augusta Keats
This is dated 'Foot of Helvellyn, June 27,' 1818, and was sent, as something overlooked, to his brother and sister, September 18, 1819. 'I wrote it in a great hurry which you will see. Indeed I would not copy it if I thought it would ever be seen by any but yourselves.'
Give me your patience, sister, while I frame Exact in capitals your golden name; Or sue the fair Apollo and he will Rouse from his heavy slumber and instill Great love in me for thee and Poesy. Imagine not that greatest mastery And kingdom over all the Realms of verse, Nears more to heaven in aught, than when we nurse And surety give to love and Brotherhood.
Anthropophagi in Othello's mood; Ulysses storm'd and his enchanted belt Glow with the Muse, but they are never felt Unbosom'd so and so eternal made, Such tender incense in their laurel shade To all the regent sisters of the Nine As this poor offering to you, sister mine.
Kind sister! ay, this third name says you are; Enchanted has it been the Lord knows where; And may it taste to you like good old wine, Take you to real happiness and give Sons, daughters and a home like honied hive.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/A Dream, after reading Dante's Episode of Paolo and Francesca

A DREAM, AFTER READING DANTE'S EPISODE OF PAOLO AND FRANCESCA
To George and Georgiana Keats, April 18 or 19, 1819, Keats writes: 'The fifth canto of Dante pleases me more and more—it is that one in which he meets with Paolo and Francesca. I had passed many days in rather a low state of mind, and in the midst of them I dreamt of being in that region of Hell. The dream was one of the most delightful enjoyments I ever had in my life. I floated about the whirling atmosphere, as it is described, with a beautiful figure, to whose lips mine were joined as it seemed for an age—and in the midst of all this cold and darkness I was warm—even flowery tree-tops sprung up, and we rested on them, sometimes with the lightness of a cloud, till the wind blew us away again. I tried a sonnet upon it—there are fourteen lines, but nothing of what I felt in it—O that I could dream it every night.' Keats afterwards printed the sonnet in The Indicator for June 28, 1820.
As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright ​So play'd, so charm'd, so conquer'd, so bereft The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes; And, seeing it asleep, so fled away— Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies, Nor unto Tempe where Jove grieved a day; But to that second circle of sad hell, Where 'mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss'd, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/A Party of Lovers

A Party of Lovers
'Somewhere in the Spectator is related an account of a man inviting a party of stutterers and squinters to his table. It would please me more to scrape together a party of lovers—not to dinner but to tea. There would be no fighting as among knights of old.' Keats to George and Georgiana Keats, September 17, 1819. The play on names seems to indicate some trifling reference to Keats's publishers of Taylor and Hessey.
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs, Or else forget the purpose of the night, Forget their tea—forget their appetite. See with cross'd arms they sit—ah! happy crew, The fire is going out and no one rings For coals, and therefore no coals Betty brings. A fly is in the milk-pot—must he die By a humane society? No, no; there Mr. Werter takes his spoon, Inserts it, dips the handle, and lo! soon The little straggler, sav'd from perils dark, Across the teaboard draws a long wet mark.
Arise! take snuffers by the handle, There 's a large cauliflower in each candle. A winding-sheet, ah me! I must away To No. 7, just beyond the circus gay. 'Alas, my friend! your coat sits very well; Where may your Taylor live?' 'I may not tell. O pardon me—I'm absent now and then. Where might my Taylor live? I say again I cannot tell, let me no more be teaz'd— He lives in Wapping, might live where he pleas'd.'
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Addressed to Benjamin Robert Haydon

ADDRESSED TO BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON
The first of these two sonnets was sent by Keats with this brief note: 'November 20, 1816. My dear Sir—Last evening wrought me up, and I cannot forbear sending you the following.' In his prompt acknowledgment Haydon suggested the omission of the last four words in the penultimate line, and proposed sending the sonnet to Wordsworth. Keats replied on the same day as his first note: 'Your letter has filled me with a proud pleasure, and shall be kept by me as a stimulus to exertion—I begin to fix my eye upon one horizon. My feelings entirely fall in with yours in regard to the Ellipsis, and I glory in it. The Idea of your sending it to Wordsworth put me out of breath. You know with what Reverence I would send my Well-wishes to him.' The presentation copy of the 1817 volume bears the inscription 'To W. Wordsworth with the Author's sincere Reverence.' Both sonnets were printed, but in the reverse order in the 1817 volume, and the ellipsis was preserved.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/A Prophecy: to George Keats in America

A Prophecy:
To George Keats in America
In a letter to his brother and his wife, October 24, 1818, Keats says: 'If I had a prayer to make for any great good, next to Tom's recovery, it should be that one of your children should be the first American Poet. I have a great mind to make a prophecy, and they say prophecies work on their own fulfilment.'
'T is the witching time of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the Stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen. For what listen they? For a song and for a charm, See they glisten in alarm, And the Moon is waxing warm To hear what I shall say. Moon! keep wide thy golden ears— Hearken, Stars! and hearken, Spheres!— Hearken, thou eternal Sky!
I sing an infant's Lullaby, O pretty lullaby! Listen, listen, listen, listen, Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten, And hear my Lullaby! Though the Rushes, that will make Its cradle, still are in the lake— Though the linen that will be Its swathe, is on the cotton tree— Though the woollen that will keep It warm, is on the silly sheep— Listen, Starlight, listen, listen, Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten, And hear my lullaby! Child, I see thee! Child, I 've found thee Midst of the quiet all around thee! Child, I see thee! Child, I spy thee! And thy mother sweet is nigh thee! Child, I know thee! Child no more, But a Poet evermore! See, see, the Lyre, the Lyre, In a flame of fire, Upon the little cradle's top Flaring, flaring, flaring, Past the eyesight's bearing. Awake it from its sleep, And see if it can keep Its eyes upon the blaze— Amaze, amaze! It stares, it stares, it stares, It dares what no one dares! It lifts its little hand into the flame Unharm'd, and on the strings Paddles a little tune, and sings, With dumb endeavour sweetly— Bard art thou completely! Little child O' th' western wild, Bard art thou completely! Sweetly with dumb endeavour, A Poet now or never, Little child O' th' western wild, A Poet now or never!
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Ah! woe is me! poor silverwing!

II
Ah! woe is me! poor silver-wing! That I must chant thy lady's dirge, And death to this fair haunt of spring, Of melody, and streams of flowery verge,— Poor silver-wing! ah! woe is me! That I must see These blossoms snow upon thy lady's pall! Go, pretty page! and in her ear Whisper that the hour is near! Softly tell her not to fear Such calm favonian burial! Go, pretty page! and soothly tell,— The blossoms hang by a melting spell, And fall they must, ere a star wink thrice Upon her closed eyes, That now in vain are weeping their last tears, At sweet life leaving, and those arbours green,— Rich dowry from the Spirit of the Spheres,— Alas! poor Queen!
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Another on Fame

ANOTHER ON FAME
Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy To those who woo her with too slavish knees, But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy, And dotes the more upon a heart at ease; She is a Gipsy,—will not speak to those Who have not learnt to be content without her; A Jilt, whose ear was never whisper'd close, Who thinks they scandal her who talk about her; A very Gipsy is she, Nilus-born, Sister-in-law to jealous Potiphar; Ye lovesick Bards! repay her scorn for scorn; Ye Artists lovelorn! madmen that ye are! Make your best bow to her and bid adieu, Then, if she likes it, she will follow you.
# The Zoologist/4th series, vol 2 (1898)/Issue 684

Contents :
| | | PAGE |
| Butler, Arthur Gardiner & Arthur George Butler | On the first Primary in certain Passerine birds | 241 |
| Warren, Robert | White Wagtail (Motacilla alba) in Ireland | 245 |
| Distant, W.L. | Zoological Rambles in the Transvaal | 249 |
| | Notes and Queries | 261 |
| | Notices of New Books | 277 |
| | Editorial Gleanings | 283 |
# The Way of the Wild

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* The Way of the Wild (1919), a short story collection by Frank Howard Atkins under the pseudonym F. St. Mars
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# The Wings of the Dove (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1902)/Volume 2/Book 10

BOOK TENTH
* Chapter 33
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# The Wings of the Dove (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1902)/Volume 2

THE WINGS OF THE DOVE
* By the Same Author
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THE WINGS OF THE DOVE
BY
HENRY JAMES
VOLUME II
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1902
Copyright, 1902, By
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Published, August, 1902
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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Errata

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ERRATA.
Those in Gothic are in the original Caxton.
| Page. | Line. | | |
| 6 | 11 | Teeth / Theune, | teeth / Thenne. |
| 22 | 4 | auducyte, | audacyte. |
| 29 | 12 | gunnes, | gynnes. |
| 35 | 7 | nygt, | nyȝt. |
| 47 | 12 | conenaunces, | conuenaunces. |
| 54 | 20 | double, | doubte. |
| 58 | 9 | rygte, | ryȝte |
| 74 | 1 | Seventh, | vj. |
| 92 | 8 | grede, | grete. |
| 102 | 17 | eyylle, | euylle. |
| 103 | 10 | folowith, | foloweth. |
| 105 | 18 | beaulte, | beaute. |
| 111 | | No heading. | |
| 112 | 20 | enhauced, | enhaunced. |
| 115 | 16 | aso, | also. |
| ” | 21 | mone, | |
| 116 | 17 | ypocytes, | ypoerytes. |
| 117 | 13 | vysyded, | vysyted. |
| 119 | 2 | eyylle, | euyelle. |
| 120 | 3 | behodeth, | behoueth. |
| 120 | 12 | thyn conuenynt, | thynconuenyent. |
| 128 | 22 | uf, | yf. |
| 138 | 1 | knygtt, | knyght. |
| ” | 25 | fend, | and. |
| 145 | 5 | raynfull, | raynfall. |
| 198 | 7 | thexcasacions, | thexcusacions. |
| 204 | 15 | eyylle. | euylle. |
| 215 | 15 | than dyd. | then hyt dyd. |
| 221 | 3 | he he, | he. |
| 232 | 4 | sommen of a, | som men of a. |
| 234 | 12 | and byldeth, | omit and. |
| 238 | 24 | ppssessour, | possessour. |
| 241 | 21 | ond, | and. |
| 246 | 17 | And And, | And. |
| ” | 22 | lasse, | lesse. |
| 247 | 22 | inhance, | enhaūce. |
| 248 | 16 | sacryfyed, | sacryfysed. |
| 251 | 13 | Arabe, | a Rabe. |
| 266 | 5 | the, | thre. |
| 276 | 3 | wgiche, | whiche. |
| 277 | 2 | sechynge, | seckynge. |
| 286 | 9 | euyelle, | euylle. |
| 313 | 8 | parfȝly, | parfiȝtly. |
| ” | 23 | wrongth, | wrought. |
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# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Primus

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From Vol. II of The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484, with those of Avian, Alfonso and Poggio.
* The Cock and the precious Stone
* The Wulf and the Lambe
* The Rat and the Frogge
* The Dogge and the Sheep
* The Dogge and the piece of flesh
* The Cowe, the Goote and the Sheep
* The Theef and the Sonne
* The Wulf and the Crane
* The two Bytches
* The Man and the Serpent
* The Lyon and the Asse
* The two Rats
* The Egle and the Foxe
* The Egle whiche bare a mutte in his becke and the Rauen
* The Rauen and the Foxe
* The Lyon, the Wylde Bore, the Bole & the Asse
* The Asse and the yong Dogge
* The Lyon and the Rat
* The Mylan whiche was secke and his moder
* The Swallowe and other byrdes
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 11

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Numbered 484 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. An annotated version of this text is available.
¶ The xi fable is of the lyon and of the asse
F them whiche mocken other esope reherceth such a fable Ther was an asse which met with a lyon to whom he said my broder god saue the & the lyon shaked his hede and with grete payne he myght hold his courage / to have forth with deuoured hym / But the lyon sayd to hym self / It behoueth not that teethe soo noble and so fayre as myn be touchen not / ne byten suche a fowle beest / For he that is wyse must not hurte the foole ne take hede to his wordes / but lete hym go for suche as he is
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 7

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Numbered 117 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The vij fable is of the camel and of Jupiter
Uery creature ought to be content of that / that god hath gyuen to hym withoute to take their herytaunce of other / As reherceth this fable Of a camel whiche som tyme complayned hym to Jupiter of that the other beestes mocqued hym / by cause that he was not of so grete beaute / as they were of / wherfore to Jupiter Instantly he prayd in suche maner as foloweth / Fayr syre and god / I requyre and praye that thow wylt gyue to me hornes / to thende that I maye be nomore mocqued / Jupiter then beganne to lawhe / and in stede of hornes / he took fro hym his erys / and sayd / thow hast more good than hit behoueth thee to haue / And by cause that thow demaundest that / whiche thow oughtest not to haue I haue take fro the that whiche of ryght and kynd thow ouȝtest to haue / For none ought not to desyre more than he ought to haue / to the ende that he lese not that whiche he hath /
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 9

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Numbered 378 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The ix fable maketh mencion of the two pottes
He poure ought not to take the Ryche as his felawe as it appiereth by this fable of two pottes / of the whiche the one was coper / and the other of erthe / the whiche pottes dyd mete to gyder within a Ryuer / ¶ & by cause that the erthen pot wente swyfter than dyd the coper potte / the pot of coper sayd to the pot of erthe / I praye the that we may goo to gyder / And the erthen potte ansuerd and sayd to the coper pot / I wylle not go with the / For it shold happe to me as it happed to the glas and of the morter For yf thow sholdest mete with me / thow sholdest breke and putte me in to pyeces / ¶ And therfore the poure is a fole that compareth and lykeneth hym self to the ryche and myghty / For better is to lyue in pouerte than to deye vylaynously and oppressyd of the ryche
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 10

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Numbered 176 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. An annotated version of this text is available.
¶ The tenthe fable is of the man and of the serpent
E that leneth and helpeth the euylle men / synneth / sor after that men have doo to them some good / they hurte them afterward / For as men sayen comynly / yf ye kepe a man fro the galhows / he shalle neuer loue yow after / wherof Esope reherceth suche a fable / ¶ A man was som tyme whiche fond a serpent within a Vyne / and for the grete wynter and frost the serpent was hard / and almost dede for cold wherof the good man had pyte and toke and bare her in to his hows and leyd her before the fyre / and so moche he dyd that that she came ageyne in to her strengthe and vygour / She beganne thynne to crye and whystled about the hows and troubled the good wyf / and the children / wherfor this good man wold haue her oute of his hows / And whanne he thoughte to have take her she sprange after his neck for to have strangled hym / And thus hit is of the euyll folk whiche for the good done to them / they yeld ageyne euyll and deceyuen them whiche have had pyte on them / And also theyre felauship is not good ne vtyle /
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Liber Primus/Fable 1

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Numbered 503 in the Perry Index. Translated from French by William Caxton and first published in 1484. An annotated version of this text is available.
¶ The first fable is of the cock and of the precious stone /
s a Cok ones sought his pasture in the donghylle / he fond a precious stone / to whome the Cok sayd / Ha a fayre stone and precious thow arte here in the fylth And yf he that desyreth the had found the / as I haue he wold haue take the vp / and sette the ageyne in thy fyrst estate / but in vayne I haue found the / For no thynge I haue to do with the / ne no good I may doo to the ne thou to me / And thys fable sayde Esope to them that rede this book / For by the cok is to vnderstond the fool which retcheth not of sapyence ne of wysedome / as the cok retcheth and setteth not by the precious stone / And by the stone is to vnderstond this fayre and playsaunt book
# The fables of Aesop by William Caxton (Jacobs)/Vol. II/Auian/Fable 8

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Numbered 65 in the Perry Index. Click here to create an annotated version of this text.
¶ The eyght fable is of the two felawes
En ought not to hold felauship with hym / whiche is acustommed to begyle other/ As hit appiereth by thys Fable / Of two felawes whiche somtyme held felauship to eche other for to goo bothe by montaynes and valeyes And for to make better theyr vyage / they were sworne eche one to the other / that none of them bothe should leue other vnto that the tyme of dethe shold come and departe them / And as they walked in a forest they mette with a grete wyld bere / & bothe felaws ran lone awey for fere / of the whiche the one clymmed / vpon a tree / And whan the other sawe that his felawe had lefte hym leyd hym self on the erthe / and fayned to be dede / And Incontynent the bere came for to ete hym / but by cause the gallaunt playd wel his game / the bere went forthe his waye and touched hym not / And thene his felawe came doun fro the tree whiche sayd to hym / I pray thee to telle me what the bere sayd to the / For as me semeth he spake to the / and hath ​shewed to the grete sygne or token of loue / And thenne his felawe sayd to hym / He taught me many fayre secretes / but emonge alle other thynges he sayd to me / that I shold neuer trust hym who ones hath deceyued me