when retired from bickering and in a proper philosophical temper. So you must not stare if in any future letter I endeavour to prove that Apollo as he had cat gut strings to his Lyre used a cats' paw as a Pecten--and further from said Pecten's reiterated and continual teasing came the term Hen peck'd. My Brother Tom desires to be remember'd to you--he has just this moment had a spitting of blood poor fellow. Remember me to Greig1 and Whitehe〈a〉d--
Your affectionate friend John Keats--
Address: Mr John H. Reynolds Little Brittain Christs Hospital London.
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Teignmouth Saturday Dear Reynolds,
I escaped being blown over and blown under & trees & house being toppled on me.--I have since hearing of Brown's accident had an aversion to a dose of parapet, and being also a lover of antiquities I would sooner have a harmless piece of herculaneum sent me quietly as a present than ever so modern a chimney pot tumbled onto my heads --Being agog to see some Devonshire, I would have taken a walk the first day, but the rain wod not let me; and the second, but the rain wod not let me; and the third, but the rain forbade it--Ditto 4--ditto 5--ditto--So I made up my Mind to stop in doors, and catch a sight flying between the showers; and behold I saw a pretty valley--pretty cliffs, pretty Brooks, pretty Meadows, pretty trees, both standing as they were created, and blown down as they are uncreated--The green is beautiful, as they say, and pity it is that it is amphibious--mais! but alas! the flowers here wait as naturally for the Rain twice a day as the____________________