Keats' Gothic Readings
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. . . strength alone though of the Muses born
Is like a fallen angel: trees uptorn,
Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres
Delight it; for it feeds upon the burrs,
And thorns of life; forgetting the great end
Of poesy, that it should be a friend
To sooth the cares, and lift the thoughts of man.
Letter to George Keats 14 Feb. 1819: "In my packet I shall send you the Pot of Basil, St. Agnes eve, and if I should have finished it a little thing called 'Eve of St. Mark'--you see what fine Mother Radcliffe names I have--it is not my fault--I did not search for them."
Also see Martha Hale Shackleford's "'The Eve of St. Agnes' and The Mysteries of Udolpho," PMLA 36. (1921): 104-118.