波西·比希·雪莱致约翰·济慈
MydearKeats，
Ihearwithgreatpainthedangerousaccidentthatyouhaveundergone， ， ， ； theyhaveenteredintonobondwiththeMusestothateffect...Butseriously (forIamjokingonwhatIamveryanxiousabout) IthinkyouwoulddowelltopassthewinteraftersotremendousanaccidentinItaly， and (ifyouthinksitasnecessaryasIdo) solongasyoucouldfindPisaoritsneighborhoodagreeabletoyou， ， (Franceisnotworthseeing， andtheseaairisparticularlygoodforweaklungs)， ， atalleventstoseeItaly， andyourhealth， whichIsuggestasamotive， —andwhatisagreaterpieceofforbearance—aboutthemountainsthestreamsandthefields， thecolorsofthesky， andtheskyitself...
Ihavelatelyreadyour "Endymion" againandevenwithanewsenseofthetreasuresofpoetryitcontains， thoughtreasurespouredforthwithindistinctprofusion—This， peopleingeneralwillnotendure， ， .—"PrometheusUnbound" Iimagineyouwillreceivenearlyatthesametimewiththisletter."TheCenci" Ihopeyouhavealreadyreceived—itwasstudiouslycomposedinadifferentstyle "Belowthegoodhowfar！ butfarabovethegreat".InpoetryIhavesoughttoavoidsystemandmannerism； Iwishthosewhoexcelmeingeniuswouldpursuethesameplan...
WhetheryouremaininEngland， orjourneytoItaly， —believethatyoucarrywithyoumyanxiouswishesforyourhealth， happinessandsuccess， whereveryouare， orwhateveryouundertake—andthatIam，
Yourssincerely，
Pisa，
July27，1820
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