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"Ode to a Nightingale

his 1819 odes and was first published in Annals of the Fine Arts

Negative capability capacity of the greatest write to pursue a vision of artistic beauty even when it leads them into intellectual confusion and uncertainty, as opposed to a preference for philosophical certainty over artistic beauty.

"Ode to Psyche", was probably written first and "To Autumn" written last

1820 collection of poems, Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St Agn"

Ode to a Nightingale" shares many of the same themes as Keats' Sleep and Poetry and Eve of St. Agneses, and Other Poems

F. Scott Fitzgerald took the title of his novel Tender is the Night from the 35th line of the ode.^{[citation needed]}
According to Ildikó de Papp Carrington, Keats' wording, "when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn", seems to be echoed in by Alice Munro's Save the Reaper (1998),^[68] the end of which reads: "Eve would lie down [...] with nothing in her head but the rustle of the deep tall corn which might have stopped growing now but still made its live noise after dark" (book version).

Sons and Lovers

Paul Morel, a young man and budding artist.

The original 1913 edition was heavily edited by Edward Garnet

his mother's wasted life through his female protagonist Gertrude Morel

Mrs. Morel

Her oldest son, Willia      Paul, her second son  Paul falls in love with Miriam Leivers Paul meets Clara Dawes

starting

“THE BOTTOMS” succeeded to “Hell Row”. Hell Row was a block of thatched, bulging cottages that stood by the brookside on Greenhill Lane. There lived the colliers who worked in the little gin-pits two fields away. The brook ran under the alder trees, scarcely soiled by these small mines, whose coal was drawn to the surface by donkeys that plodded wearily in a circle round a gin. And all over the countryside were these same pits, some of which had been worked in the time of Charles II, the few colliers and the donkeys burrowing down like ants into the earth, making queer mounds and little black places among the corn-fields and the meadows. And the cottages of these coal-miners, in blocks and pairs here and there, together with odd farms and homes of the stockingers, straying over the parish, formed the village of Bestwood.

ending
“Mother!” he whispered—“mother!”
She was the only thing that held him up, himself, amid all this. And she was gone, intermingled herself. He wanted her to touch him, have him alongside with her.
But no, he would not give in. Turning sharply, he walked towards the city's gold phosphorescence. His fists were shut, his mouth set fast. He would not take that direction, to the darkness, to follow her. He walked towards the faintly humming, glowing town, quickly.
THE END