John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

1. Otho The Great - Act V 3/29/2010
2. Otho The Great - Act Iv 3/29/2010
3. Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear 3/23/2010
4. To George Felton Mathew 3/23/2010
5. To A Cat 1/7/2015
6. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
7. Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'D 3/23/2010
8. To Charles Cowden Clarke 3/23/2010
9. Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon 3/23/2010
10. Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
11. Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country 3/23/2010
12. Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca 3/23/2010
13. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
14. Sonnet Xi. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 3/23/2010
15. Daisy's Song 2/4/2016
16. On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing 3/23/2010
17. Otho The Great - Act Ii 3/29/2010
18. Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works 3/23/2010
19. Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford 3/23/2010
20. Imitation Of Spenser 3/23/2010
21. Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko 3/23/2010
22. Otho The Great - Act Iii 3/29/2010
23. Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818 3/29/2010
24. The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon 3/23/2010
25. Sonnet. On Leigh Hunt's Poem 'The Story Of Rimini' 3/23/2010
26. Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon 3/23/2010
27. Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The Inn' 3/23/2010
28. Sonnet Xvii. Happy Is England 3/23/2010
29. Two Or Three 3/23/2010
30. What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
31. Stanzas. In A Drear-Nighted December 3/29/2010
32. Written In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born 3/23/2010
33. Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander 3/23/2010
34. Stanzas To Miss Wylie 3/23/2010
35. Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis 3/23/2010
36. Sonnet Viii. To My Brothers 3/23/2010
37. Sonnet On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again 3/23/2010
38. Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown 3/23/2010
39. Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem 3/23/2010
40. Sonnet Ix. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are 3/23/2010

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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, ...

Read the full of A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion)

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BOOK I
DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung above his head
Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer's day

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