John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

1. Otho The Great - Act Iv 3/29/2010
2. To A Cat 1/7/2015
3. Otho The Great - Act V 3/29/2010
4. Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander 3/23/2010
5. Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford 3/23/2010
6. Sonnet Iv. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! 3/23/2010
7. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
8. Sonnet. Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds 3/23/2010
9. Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear 3/23/2010
10. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
11. Otho The Great - Act Iii 3/29/2010
12. Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The Inn' 3/23/2010
13. Otho The Great - Act Ii 3/29/2010
14. Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works 3/23/2010
15. Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
16. Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair 3/23/2010
17. Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca 3/23/2010
18. Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis 3/23/2010
19. Sonnet Ix. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are 3/23/2010
20. Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem 3/23/2010
21. Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles 3/23/2010
22. Sonnet Iii. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison 3/23/2010
23. Staffa 3/23/2010
24. The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale -- Unfinished 3/23/2010
25. Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard 3/23/2010
26. Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'D 3/23/2010
27. The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon 3/23/2010
28. The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment 3/23/2010
29. Sonnet Xvii. Happy Is England 3/23/2010
30. Sonnet Ii. To ****** 3/23/2010
31. Sonnet To Spenser 3/23/2010
32. Sonnet Xii. On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour 3/23/2010
33. Teignmouth 3/29/2010
34. Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country 3/23/2010
35. Sonnet Xi. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 3/23/2010
36. Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'D Our Plains 3/23/2010
37. Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove 3/23/2010
38. Sonnet: Before He Went 3/23/2010
39. On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt 3/23/2010
40. King Stephen 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, ...

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This Living Hand

This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed - see here it is -
I hold it towards you.

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