Severn, Keats Listening to a Nightingale on Hampstead Heath, 1845
Hampstead Sunday
22 December 1818
22 December 1818
My dear Brothers
I must crave your pardon for not having written ere this [ .
. . ] [T]he excellence of every Art is its intensity, capable of making all
disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with Beauty
& Truth—Examine King Lear & you will find this exemplified throughout;
but in this picture we have unpleasantness without any momentous depth of
speculation excited, in which to bury its repulsiveness—The picture is larger
than Christ rejected—I dined with Haydon the sunday after you left, & had a
very pleasant day, I dined too (for I have been out too much lately) with
Horace Smith & met his two brothers with Hill & Kingston & one Du
Bois, they only served to convince me, how superior humour is to wit in respect
to enjoyment—These men say things which make one start, without making one
feel, they are all alike; their manners are alike; they all know fashionables;
they have a mannerism in their very eating & drinking, in their mere
handling a Decanter—They talked of Kean & his low company—Would I were with
that company instead of yours said I to myself! I know such like acquaintance
will never do for me & yet I am going to Reynolds, on wednesday—Brown &
Dilke walked with me & back from the Christmas pantomime. I had not a
dispute but a disquisition with Dilke, on various subjects; several things
dovetailed in my mind, & at once it struck me, what quality went to form a
Man of Achievement especially in Literature & which Shakespeare possessed
so enormously—I mean Negative Capability,
that is when man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries, doubts,
without any irritable reaching after fact & reason—Coleridge, for instance,
would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the Penetralium of
mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with half knowledge. This
pursued through Volumes would perhaps take us no further than this, that with a
great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather
obliterates all consideration.
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