In person, Keats
was below the middle height, with a head small in proportion to the breadth of his shoulders.
His hair was brown and fine, falling in natural ringlets about a face in which energy and sensibility were remarkably mixed.
Every feature was delicately cut; the chin was bold; and about the mouth something of a pugnacious expression.
His eyes were mellow and glowing, large, dark, and sensitive.
At the recital of a noble action or a beautiful thought they would suffuse with tears, and his mouth trembled.1 Haydon
says that his eyes had an inward Delphian look that was perfectly divine.
The faults of Keats
's poetry are obvious enough, but it should be remembered that he died at twenty-five, and that he offends by superabundance and not poverty.
That he was overlanguaged at first there can be no doubt, and in this was implied the possibility of falling back to the perfect mean of diction.
It is only by the rich that the costly plainness, which at once satisfies the taste and the imagination, is attainable.
was original or not, I do not think it useful to discuss until it has been settled what originality is. Lord Houghton tells us that this merit (whatever it is) has been denied to Keats
, because his poems take the color of the authors he happened to be reading at the time he wrote them.
But men have their intellectual ancestry, and the likeness of some one of them is forever unexpectedly flashing out in the features of a descendant, it may be after a gap of several generations.
In the parliament of the present every man represents