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 Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
4. Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear 3/23/2010
5. Sonnet. Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds 3/23/2010
6. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
7. Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon 3/23/2010
8. Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
9. To George Felton Mathew 3/23/2010
10. Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis 3/23/2010
11. Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem 3/23/2010
12. Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard 3/23/2010
13. To A Cat 1/7/2015
14. Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'D 3/23/2010
15. Sonnet Viii. To My Brothers 3/23/2010
16. Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure And The Lefe' 3/29/2010
17. Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown 3/23/2010
18. Sonnet On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again 3/23/2010
19. To Charles Cowden Clarke 3/23/2010
20. Sonnet. On Leigh Hunt's Poem 'The Story Of Rimini' 3/23/2010
21. Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The Inn' 3/23/2010
22. Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto Ii, Book V, Of 3/23/2010
23. Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works 3/23/2010
24. Sonnet To Spenser 3/23/2010
25. Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander 3/23/2010
26. Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country 3/23/2010
27. Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca 3/23/2010
28. Otho The Great - Act Iii 3/29/2010
29. Sonnet Xi. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 3/23/2010
30. Sonnet Ix. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are 3/23/2010
31. King Stephen 3/23/2010
32. Sonnet To Homer 3/23/2010
33. Sonnet: Before He Went 3/23/2010
34. Sonnet Vi. To G. A. W. 3/23/2010
35. Otho The Great - Act Ii 3/29/2010
36. Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon 3/23/2010
37. What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
38. Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford 3/23/2010
39. Sonnet Iv. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! 3/23/2010
40. Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint' 3/23/2010

Comments about John Keats

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

    Poet of 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)

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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)

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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