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At John Keats’ House

May 21, 2014
by the gentle author

“Much more comfortable than a dull room upstairs, where one gets tired of the pattern of the bed curtains” – Keats was moved to this room on 8th February 1820 at the onset of tuberculosis


I set out yesterday with the intention to photograph the morning sunshine in John Keats’ study at his house in Hampstead. Upon my arrival, the sky turned occluded yet I realised this overcast day was perhaps better suited to the literary history that passed between these walls two centuries ago. The property was never Keats’ House in any real sense but, rather, where he had a couple of rooms for eighteen months as a sub-let in a shared dwelling.

Born in a tavern in Moorgate in 1795, where the Globe stands today, and baptised at St Botolph’s Bishopsgate, John Keats was ridiculed by John Gibson Lockhart in Blackwood’s magazine in 1817 for being of the ‘Cockney School,’ implying his rhymes suggested working class speech. Qualifying at first as an Apothecary and then studying to be a Surgeon, in 1816 John Keats sacrificed both these professions in favour of poetry. “It is a better and a wiser thing to be a starved Apothecary than a starved Poet, so back to the shop Mr John, back to plasters, pills, and ointment boxes,” wrote Lockhart condescendingly, but Keats was not dissuaded from his chosen path.

Early on the morning of 1st December 1818, after passing the night nursing his brother Tom through the terminal stage of tuberculosis at 1 Well Walk, Hampstead, John Keats walked down the hill to the semi-detached villas known as Wentworth Place to visit his friend Charles Armitage Brown. He invited Keats to move in with him, sharing his half of the house and contributing to the household expenses.

John Keats’ arrival at Wentworth Place was also the entry to a time when he found love with Fanny Brawne, who moved in with her mother to the other half of the villa, as well as his arrival at the period of his greatest creativity as a poet. It was a brief interlude that was brought to an end in early 1820 when Keats discovered he had tuberculosis like his brother, from whom he had almost certainly contracted the infection.

Within three weeks of moving in, Keats suffered from a severe sore throat and worried for his own health as he struggled to complete his epic ‘Hyperion,’ yet his spirits were raised by an invitation for Christmas from Mrs Brawne at Elm Cottage and the growing attachment to her daughter Fanny, whom he had previously described as “animated, lively and even witty.”

In April, the tenants vacated the other part of Wentworth Place and Mrs Brawne moved in with her daughters, which meant that John Keats met the eighteen-year-old Fanny Brawne continuously in the gardens that surround the house. At any moment, he might glance her from the window and thus their affection grew, leading to the understanding of an engagement for marriage between them. This romance coincided with a flowering of  creativity on Keats’ part, including the composition of of his celebrated ‘Ode to a Nightingale,’ inspired by hearing the nightingale sing while on a walk across Hampstead Heath

Yet Keats spent the summer away from Hampstead, visiting the Isle of Wight, Winchester and Bath, while engaging in an emotionally-conflicted correspondence with Fanny and pursuing the flow of poetic composition that had begun in the spring. Although Keats wrote to Brown of his attraction to return to Fanny,  admitting “I like and cannot help it,” perversely he took rooms in Great College St rather than moving back to Wentworth Place. But on Keats’ return to Hampstead to collect his possessions on 10th October, Fanny Brawne opened the door to him and he was smitten by her generosity and confidence, and his hesitation dissolved. He moved back to Wentworth Place almost at once and presented Fanny with a garnet ring, even though he could not afford to marry.

Living in such close proximity to the object of his affection led Keats to adopt a vegetarian diet in the hope of lessening his physical desire. During the long harsh winter that followed, Keats was often isolated at Wentworth Place by heavy snow and freezing fog, making only occasional trips down to London to visit literary friends. Catching a late coach back to Hampstead, Keats had left his new warm coat behind at Wentworth Place and sat on the top of the coach to save money. Descending in Pond St, Keats felt feverish but, by the time he reached Wentworth Place, he was coughing blood and realised he had suffered a lung haermorrhage. Yet he wrote that all he could think of was, “the love that has been my pleasure and torment.” He was twenty-four years old.

At first Mrs Brawne tried to keep Fanny and John Keats apart in the tiny house and he wrote her twenty-two letters in six weeks, but it proved impossible to sustain the separation and she permitted her daughter to visit him every day while he was recuperating. Keats could not see her without recognising that death would separate them and he wrote a poem entitled ‘To Fanny’ in recrimination against himself.

The tragedy of the situation was compounded when Brown, Keats’ landlord, decided to lease his part of Wentworth Place, forcing Keats to leave in the spring. At the beginning of May, he moved to cheaper lodgings in Kentish Town, still within a mile of Fanny Brawne. In July, ‘Hyperion’ was published but by then he realised was living in the shadow of death and told a friend he was suffering from a broken heart.

In August, Keats went to Wentworth Place in distress and laid himself upon the mercy of Mrs Brawne, who took him in and permitted him to live under the same roof as her daughter for a few weeks before he travelled to Italy for his health. On Wednesday 13th September 1820, John Keats walked with Fanny Brawne from Wentworth Place to the coach stop in Pond Place and they said their last farewells. Fanny went home and wrote  “Mr Keats left Hampstead” in her copy of the Literary Pocket Book that he gave her for Christmas 1818. They did not meet again and Keats never returned to Wentworth Place, dying in Rome on 23rd February 1821.

Within  decades, the railway came to Hampstead and then the tube train, and the village became a suburb. An actress bought Wentworth Place, redeveloping it by combining the two houses into one and adding a large dining room on the side.  In 1920, the house was threatened with demolition to make way for a block of flats. However, funds were raised to restore the house as a memorial to Keats. Thus you may visit it today and enter the place John Keats and Fanny Brawne fell in love, and where he wrote some of the greatest poems in our language.

John Keats in 1819 when he lived at Wentworth Place

Wentworth Place, completed 1816 as one of the first houses to be built in Lower Hampstead Heath

John Keats lived here

In John Keats’ study

The right hand room on the ground floor was John Keats’ study and the room above was his bedroom

Keats’ room where he learnt he had tuberculosis which had killed his brother Tom a year earlier

“Dearest Fanny … They say I must remain confined to this room for some time. The consciousness that you love me will make a pleasant prison of the house next to yours.” 4th February, 1820

In Fanny Brawne’s room

The boiler for hot water. The house had no running water which had to be brought from the pump.

The Mulberry tree is believed to have been planted in the seventeenth century and predates the house.

The death mask in John Keats’ bedroom at Wentworth Place

The font at St Botolph’s, Bishopsgate, where John Keats was baptised in 1795

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11 Responses leave one →
  1. May 21, 2014

    Wonderful photos and a tribute to a great poet. Valerie

  2. May 21, 2014

    I recall, with great fondness, the weeks I spent in Hampstead Heath many years ago. I was in London on a faculty grant to research the sketchbooks of John Constable and J.M.W. Turner. I tramped all about the Heath looking for the locations of Constables sketches and paintings and visited Kenwood House to see the sketches of George Romney. Amidst it all, I spent many an afternoon at Keats House. I recall standing in the room (of your first picture) and looking long through the old glass of the window that Keats may have looked through to see Fannie and for his poetical inspiration. I so loved this place. (I seem to recall a library nearby that had an archive of originals sketches by Kate Greenway ~ is that still there?) Your photographs and narrative brought back so many memories of summer days filling up my sketchbooks in Hampstead Village and the Heath. I recall a bench at the end of Well Walk road where I used to imagine Keats might have rested after a walk. I lived in a flat on a street called Rudall Crescent. Thank you for sharing this remarkable and beautiful story!

  3. sbw permalink
    May 21, 2014

    Thank you.

  4. Greg Tingey permalink
    May 21, 2014

    Nightingales on Hampstead Heath!
    They used to sing in Epping Forest, too.
    Down to about a total of 3000, now – summer visitor only, of course

  5. May 21, 2014

    “A thing of beauty
    is a joy for ever:
    Its loveliness increases;
    it will never
    Pass into nothingness…”

    ENDYMION by John Keats

    Love & Peace

  6. May 21, 2014

    Lovely, lovely post. Thank you. Whenever I’m in The Big Shhmoke I never tire of a pootle in Hampstead village and the gardens of Keat’s house. I may have to watch Bright Star again this very evening. :o)

  7. rosie Antrobus permalink
    May 21, 2014

    Check out the ongoing celebration of living poetry and spoken word events at Keats House for all to enjoy,some free. Also the library next door, now community run.

  8. joan permalink
    May 21, 2014

    Like Suzy I immediately thought that I must watch ‘Bright Star’ again! Have never visited this house and really should. Our school (Bishop Challoner in Stepney) took us on a trip to Rome when we were 16 – primarily to see the Pope. A group of us were taken to visit Keats House by the Spanish steps. If ever something was wasted on the young………

  9. Julianna permalink
    May 21, 2014

    I wrote an article on Keats about a year ago when a miniature portrait of his likeness was auctioned at Bonham’s in London. I liked your story much better. Thanks for an interesting and informative read about one of the greats of English literature. 🙂

  10. gioconda permalink
    June 1, 2014

    “Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
    Ye have left your souls on earth!
    Ye have souls in heaven too,
    Double-lived in regions new!”

    “To the Poets” John Keats

    It always amazes me that you find the right tone, the right rhythm, to enhance the subject of your discourse! I feel the bittersweet melancholy of the poet and his place. Another fine piece–thank you!

  11. August 22, 2017

    Loved the article and I was especially interested in the photograph depicting the font where John Keats was baptised in 1795. This has a special interest for me because between 1829 and 1887 more than a dozen of my ancestors were baptised at this font.

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