is quite low-spirited--It is impossible to live in a country which is continually under hatches--Who would live in the region of Mists, Game Laws, indemnity Bills &c. when there is such a place as Italy? It is said this England from its Clime produces a Spleen, able to engender the finest Sentiment--and cover the whole face of the Isle with Green--so it ought, I'm sure.--I should still like the Dedication simply as I said in my last.1
I wanted to send you a few songs written in your favorite Devon--it cannot be--Rain! Rain! Rain! I am going this morning to take a fac-simile of a Letter of Nelson's, very much to his honor--you will be greatly pleased when you see it--in about a week--What a spite it is, one cannot get out the little way I went yesterday I found a lane bank'd on each side with store of Primroses, while the earlier bushes are beginning to leaf.
I shall hear a good Account of you soon Your affectionate Friend John Keats.
My Love to all and remember me to Taylor.
Address: John Taylor Esqre ∣ Taylor & Hessey's ∣ Booksellers &c ∣ Fleet Street.
Postmarks: TEIGNMOUTH and 27 AP 1818.
My dear Taylor,
I think I did very wrong to leave you to all the trouble of Endymion--but I could not help it then--another time____________________