Treasure Island

John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

Addressed To Haydon


High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,
A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,
Dwells here and there with people of no name,
In noisome alley, and in pathless wood:
And where we think the truth least understood,
Oft may be found a "singleness of aim,"
That ought to frighten into hooded shame
A money-mongering, pitiable brood.
How glorious this affection for the cause
Of steadfast genius, toiling gallantly!
What when a stout unbending champion awes
Envy and malice to their native sty?
Unnumbered souls breathe out a still applause,
Proud to behold him in his country's eye.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • * Sunprincess * (1/3/2014 8:48:00 PM)

    ........I agree we should run away from jealousy, envy, and malice...
    cause these three can tie you down and torture you to no end...
    a very nice write indeed... (Report) Reply

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