John Keats

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

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  • David (9/29/2018 7:06:00 AM)

    There's not much to see in the keat's rooms in Rome except that's where he died with one on the Best views of the boat fountain at the bottom of the Spanish steps

  • D V Saihgal (9/20/2018 6:27:00 PM)

    I don't know what to call him.A poet, who wrote portraits or a painter, who painted poems.

  • John Joshua Salvador (9/10/2018 1:43:00 AM)

    Mmh pwd magpa tulong gumawa nang spoken poetry.. Tungkul sa buhay mo.

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  • Harsh (6/28/2018 11:55:00 AM)

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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 Mrs Reynolds' Cat

Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy’d? How many tit bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and prick
Those velvet ears - but pr’ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me - and upraise
Thy gentle mew - and tell me all thy frays,
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -

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