John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

41. Happy Is England! I Could Be Content 1/3/2003
42. His Last Sonnet 1/3/2003
43. Hither, Hither, Love 12/31/2002
44. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! 1/13/2003
45. Hymn To Apollo 12/31/2002
46. Hyperion 12/31/2002
47. Hyperion. Book I 3/29/2010
48. Hyperion. Book Ii 3/29/2010
49. Hyperion. Book Iii 3/29/2010
50. I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill 3/23/2010
51. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'D 12/31/2002
52. Imitation Of Spenser 3/23/2010
53. In Drear-Nighted December 12/31/2002
54. Isabella Or The Pot Of Basil 1/3/2003
55. Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio 3/29/2010
56. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'Ring Here And There 1/3/2003
57. King Stephen 3/23/2010
58. La Belle Dame Sans Merci 12/31/2002
59. La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original Version ) 3/29/2010
60. Lamia. Part I 3/23/2010
61. Lamia. Part Ii 3/23/2010
62. Last Sonnet 1/4/2003
63. Lines 12/31/2002
64. Lines From Endymion 1/3/2003
65. Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair 3/23/2010
66. Lines On The Mermaid Tavern 12/31/2002
67. Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford 3/23/2010
68. Lines To Fanny 3/23/2010
69. Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country 3/23/2010
70. Meg Merrilies 12/31/2002
71. O Blush Not So! 12/31/2002
72. O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell 1/13/2003
73. Ode 1/3/2003
74. Ode On Melancholy 3/29/2010
75. Ode On A Grecian Urn 12/31/2002
76. Ode On Indolence 12/31/2002
77. Ode On Melancholy 12/31/2002
78. Ode To A Nightingale 12/31/2002
79. Ode To Apollo 3/23/2010
80. Ode To Autumn 12/31/2002
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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Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Double lived in regions new?
Yes, and those of heaven commune
With the spheres of sun and moon;
With the noise of fountains wound'rous,
And the parle of voices thund'rous;
With the whisper of heaven's trees

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