John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

1. A Draught Of Sunshine 3/22/2010
2. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca 1/13/2003
3. A Galloway Song 3/22/2010
4. A Party Of Lovers 3/22/2010
5. A Prophecy: To George Keats In America 3/22/2010
6. A Song About Myself 3/22/2010
7. A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion) 1/3/2003
8. Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats 3/22/2010
9. Addressed To Haydon 1/13/2003
10. An Extempore 3/22/2010
11. Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds 1/13/2003
12. Apollo And The Graces 3/22/2010
13. Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl! 3/22/2010
14. Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth, 1/4/2003
15. Ben Nevis: A Dialogue 3/22/2010
16. Bright Star 12/31/2002
17. Calidore: A Fragment 3/23/2010
18. Character Of Charles Brown 3/23/2010
19. Dawlish Fair 3/23/2010
20. Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq. 3/23/2010
21. Endymion (Excerpts) 12/31/2002
22. Endymion: A Poetic Romance (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
23. Endymion: Book I 1/13/2003
24. Endymion: Book Ii 1/13/2003
25. Endymion: Book Iii 1/13/2003
26. Endymion: Book Iv 1/13/2003
27. Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
28. Epistle To My Brother George 1/13/2003
29. Extracts From An Opera 3/23/2010
30. Faery Songs 3/23/2010
31. Fancy 12/31/2002
32. Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl 1/3/2003
33. Fragment Of 3/29/2010
34. Fragment Of An Ode To Maia 1/4/2003
35. Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818 3/29/2010
36. Fragment Of 'The Castle Builder.' 3/23/2010
37. Fragment. Welcome Joy, And Welcome Sorrow 3/23/2010
38. Fragment. Where's The Poet? 3/23/2010
39. Fragment: Modern Love 3/23/2010
40. Give Me Women, Wine, And Snuff 1/3/2003
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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To My Brothers

Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire o'er fraternal souls.
And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles,
Your eyes are fix d, as in poetic sleep,
Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
This is your birth-day Tom, and I rejoice

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