John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

121. Otho The Great - Act Iv 3/29/2010
122. Otho The Great - Act Iii 3/29/2010
123. Otho The Great - Act Ii 3/29/2010
124. On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns 3/23/2010
125. On The Sea 1/3/2003
126. On The Grasshopper And Cricket 1/3/2003
127. On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again 12/31/2002
128. On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time 1/3/2003
129. On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt 3/23/2010
130. On Receiving A Curious Shell 3/23/2010
131. On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour 1/13/2003
132. On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing 3/23/2010
133. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 12/31/2002
134. On Fame 1/3/2003
135. On Death 3/29/2010
136. On A Dream 3/23/2010
137. Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The Inn' 3/23/2010
138. Ode To Psyche 12/31/2002
139. Ode To Fanny 1/3/2003
140. Ode To Autumn 12/31/2002
141. Ode To Apollo 3/23/2010
142. Ode To A Nightingale 12/31/2002
143. Ode On Melancholy 12/31/2002
144. Ode On Indolence 12/31/2002
145. Ode On A Grecian Urn 12/31/2002
146. Ode On Melancholy 3/29/2010
147. Ode 1/3/2003
148. O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell 1/13/2003
149. O Blush Not So! 12/31/2002
150. Meg Merrilies 12/31/2002
151. Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country 3/23/2010
152. Lines To Fanny 3/23/2010
153. Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford 3/23/2010
154. Lines On The Mermaid Tavern 12/31/2002
155. Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair 3/23/2010
156. Lines From Endymion 1/3/2003
157. Lines 12/31/2002
158. Last Sonnet 1/4/2003
159. Lamia. Part Ii 3/23/2010
160. Lamia. Part I 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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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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