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 In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds 3/23/2010
4. Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon 3/23/2010
5. Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford 3/23/2010
6. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
7. Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear 3/23/2010
8. Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'D 3/23/2010
9. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
10. Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon 3/23/2010
11. Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works 3/23/2010
12. Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
13. Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca 3/23/2010
14. Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis 3/23/2010
15. Sonnet Ix. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are 3/23/2010
16. What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
17. The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale -- Unfinished 3/23/2010
18. Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard 3/23/2010
19. Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko 3/23/2010
20. Sonnet Viii. To My Brothers 3/23/2010
21. Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure And The Lefe' 3/29/2010
22. Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown 3/23/2010
23. Sonnet On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again 3/23/2010
24. Otho The Great - Act Iii 3/29/2010
25. The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon 3/23/2010
26. Sonnet. On Leigh Hunt's Poem 'The Story Of Rimini' 3/23/2010
27. Otho The Great - Act Ii 3/29/2010
28. Sonnet Xvii. Happy Is England 3/23/2010
29. Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto Ii, Book V, Of 3/23/2010
30. Sonnet To Spenser 3/23/2010
31. Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country 3/23/2010
32. Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'D Our Plains 3/23/2010
33. Sonnet Xi. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 3/23/2010
34. Sonnet To Homer 3/23/2010
35. Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The Inn' 3/23/2010
36. Sonnet Vi. To G. A. W. 3/23/2010
37. Sonnet Iv. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! 3/23/2010
38. Imitation Of Spenser 3/23/2010
39. Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint' 3/23/2010
40. The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment 3/23/2010

Comments about John Keats

  • Dr E M Loney (1/3/2019 12:12:00 PM)

    Keats died in Italy didn't he? Maybe he was buried in London.

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  • Noman bhatti (1/2/2019 9:15:00 PM)

    Great poet..........

  • Prabir Gayen Prabir Gayen (12/14/2018 1:03:00 AM)

    Poet of my heart..my soul...

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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.

  • Himanshu Shukla (8/17/2018 4:21:00 AM)

    Himanshu Shukla

  • Arundhathi (7/23/2018 9:35:00 AM)

    Add a comment Wonderful works...

  • Sneha (6/30/2018 9:50:00 AM)

    GreatπŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

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)

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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