22 June 1818: Keats’s Northern Expedition Begins
Swan With Two Necks, Lad Lane, London

 
                     
                     
                     The Swan With Two Necks is a coaching
 inn, from which Keats and his friend Charles Brown begin their walking trip north; Keats
                     returns mid-August. The first leg takes them to Liverpool (about 200 miles), where
                     they will
                     part with Keats’s brother, George, and wife, Georgiana, who, for employment and land, are
                     emigrating to America.* In a way, it is fortunate—for us—that George and Georgiana
                     move: Keats
                     writes a number of long, important, and remarkable letters to America that reveal
                     much about
                     his life and thinking—and development as a poet; that is, without these letters, there
                     would
                     be significant gaps in our story and understanding of Keats. [To view a detailed mapping
                     of
                     Keats’s walking tour, see Keats’s Northern Walking Tour.]
The health of Keats’s other younger brother, Tom, continues to worry Keats, and rightly so: by the end of the year, Tom dies of the so-called family illness, consumption, though Keats left believing Tom’s health was improving. Keats’s own health, too, is not that stable, and on at least one occasion he gets doctor’s orders to stay indoors. The trip north will not help, and eventually only weakens Keats. He continues to draw money in bits and pieces from his estate (managed by the generally unsupportive Richard Abbey), and he never quite knows how much he is entitled to; the sum is actually fairly significant, and knowledge of it would no doubt have calmed some of Keats’s anxieties.
 
                     
                     
                     Keats at this time varies in his moods: on one hand, he clearly enjoys the company
                     he keeps
                     and in keeping company; yet his skeptical side—revealed to Benjamin Bailey—is one of resignation: Life,
 he writes in
                     context of thinking about his own path and family, must be undergone
 (10 June). Keats’s
                     long poem Endymion, published in late April, begins to
                     circulate modestly (sales-wise, at least), with a few minor friendly reviews, though,
                     as we’ll
                     see below, it won’t be long before him and his poetry will be critically skewered
                     in a few
                     influential quarters. 
Well, at least Keats has something to do. He begins that walking trip Charles Brown having attempted to articulate a poetic philosophy, one that promotes a speculative mind that conquers bias and uncertainty by welding beauty and truth, and one that values exploration of life’s dark passages with imaginative capabilities. These will set his poetic progress forward.
Two of Keats’s implicit goals for (what Tom
                     calls) his northern expedition are to experience the landscape of the Lake District
                     that William Wordsworth so powerfully represents. He
                     also plans to visit the birthplace of Robert
                        Burns, and perhaps come to terms with what Burns as a poet might mean relative to his
                     own poetic identity and aspirations. Keats may want to clear his mind of how he is
                     perceived
                     as nothing more than an amiable and infatuated Bardling
 sitting at the feet of Leigh Hunt—so writes Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine in reviewing Hunt’s collection, Foliage. Keats in fact mentions that he feels
                     smothered
 by such reviews (18 June). The smothering metaphor is apt: in his
                     poetic identity and direction, Keats by mid-1818 feels strongly he needs to breathe
                     freely and
                     independently; even his friends, like John Hamilton
                        Reynolds and Benjamin Robert Haydon,
                     advise as much. He needs to work in his own style, though he is never egotistical
                     enough to
                     bypass deliberate study of (and to draw from), among others, Spenser (in his early writing career), Shakespeare, Milton, Wordsworth, Dante (in his later
                     writing), as well as incorporating the literary opinions of Hazlitt. 
But the highly poeticized style that marks Endymion is sounded first in June in a
                     snarkily gleeful review in the British Critic, which, with a little panache, has
                     great fun re-telling the poem’s gallivanting plot, and suggesting that if it were
                     not for
                     Hunt’s bad poetry, Endymion, with its gross slang of voluptuousness,
 would be in a class
                     of its own; the writers of the review have further fun in indexing the review thusly:
                     Endymion, a monstrously droll poem, analysis of.
 Keats would have got the
                     message, though in September he will be hit with charges of weak poetry and poetic
                     vulgarity
                     even harder. 
While in some critical contexts we could say that the poetry of Endymion ideologically challenges some
                     kind of conservative poetic values and styles, there’s also a pretty good chance that
                     it might
                     largely be indifferent or just odd poetry; an overly-clever critical spin might be
                     to call it
                     transgressive.
 Nevertheless what is at work beyond whatever Keats is up to, and what
                     will strongly implied by a few more aggressively negative reviews to come, is that
                     the style
                     of Endymion—enjambed, free-flowing couplets—represents more than a formal affront to
                     the neoclassical, Augustan closed (end-stopped) couplet (as embodied by Alexander
                     Pope’s
                     work), but to values that can be stretched into the political. Keats, as a follower
                     of Leigh
                     Hunt, will thus be dragged into theCockney school
 of not just poetry, but also
                     politics. Those unconstrained couplets are thus viewed to represent something not
                     just
                     excessive, but at some level enact a threatening liberal impulse.  

 
                     
                     Well, again, at least toward the end of the month, there is the upcoming expedition
                     to think
                     about, which a few months earlier Keats was determined to make into a life-changing
                     event with
                     sustaining, transformative memories. At the prodding of Bailey, who is very much interested in literary and philosophical matters, Keats
                     takes Cary’s tiny 3-volume edition of Dante’s Divine Comedy on the trip. (The Rev. Henry Francis Cary’s
                     translation is published in 1814 by Keats’s future publisher, Taylor & Hessey; Cary
                     writes
                     that his little volumes were published in so small in character as to deter a numerous
                        class of readers from perusing it.
 Keats strongly praises a passage from Dante in April
                     1819 [the meeting with Paulo and Francesca], and later in the year, in September,
                     he wants to
                     learn Italian so that he can read Dante.) 

 
                     
                     Bailey also reviews Endymion (in two parts) over May and June, defending its qualities. We have to recall that Bailey has a minor stake in the poem: Keats and Bailey were together in Oxford in September 1817 while Keats was completing the third book of Endymion, and no doubt they spend some time discussing the poem.
*There is a very good book about George’s life in America: Lawrence M. Crutcher’s George Keats of Kentucky (2012).

 
            