John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

1. To A Cat 1/7/2015
2. Otho The Great - Act Iv 3/29/2010
3. Otho The Great - Act V 3/29/2010
4. Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford 3/23/2010
5. Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'D 3/23/2010
6. Otho The Great - Act Iii 3/29/2010
7. To -------. 3/23/2010
8. Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon 3/23/2010
9. The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment 3/23/2010
10. To George Felton Mathew 3/23/2010
11. Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
12. Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair 3/23/2010
13. Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem 3/23/2010
14. Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon 3/23/2010
15. Sonnet Iv. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! 3/23/2010
16. Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear 3/23/2010
17. Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander 3/23/2010
18. Sonnet. Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds 3/23/2010
19. Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko 3/23/2010
20. Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure And The Lefe' 3/29/2010
21. To Charles Cowden Clarke 3/23/2010
22. Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown 3/23/2010
23. The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon 3/23/2010
24. Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto Ii, Book V, Of 3/23/2010
25. Fragment Of 'The Castle Builder.' 3/23/2010
26. Sonnet V. To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses 3/23/2010
27. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
28. Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca 3/23/2010
29. Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis 3/23/2010
30. Sonnet Ix. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are 3/23/2010
31. Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove 3/23/2010
32. On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing 3/23/2010
33. Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The Inn' 3/23/2010
34. Sonnet Vi. To G. A. W. 3/23/2010
35. To **** 3/23/2010
36. Otho The Great - Act Ii 3/29/2010
37. Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works 3/23/2010
38. Imitation Of Spenser 3/23/2010
39. Staffa 3/23/2010
40. Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard 3/23/2010
Best Poem of John Keats

A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion)

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, ...

Read the full of A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion)


DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung above his head
Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer's day

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