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. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
6. Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear 3/23/2010
7. Otho The Great - Act Iii 3/29/2010
8. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
9. Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon 3/23/2010
10. To A Cat 1/7/2015
11. On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing 3/23/2010
12. Otho The Great - Act Ii 3/29/2010
13. Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works 3/23/2010
14. Stanzas. In A Drear-Nighted December 3/29/2010
15. Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
16. Written In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born 3/23/2010
17. To George Felton Mathew 3/23/2010
18. Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis 3/23/2010
19. Sonnet Ix. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are 3/23/2010
20. Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem 3/23/2010
21. Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford 3/23/2010
22. What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
23. Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko 3/23/2010
24. Sonnet Viii. To My Brothers 3/23/2010
25. Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure And The Lefe' 3/29/2010
26. Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown 3/23/2010
27. Sonnet On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again 3/23/2010
28. To Charles Cowden Clarke 3/23/2010
29. The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon 3/23/2010
30. Sonnet. On Leigh Hunt's Poem 'The Story Of Rimini' 3/23/2010
31. Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The Inn' 3/23/2010
32. Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto Ii, Book V, Of 3/23/2010
33. Sonnet Xii. On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour 3/23/2010
34. Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander 3/23/2010
35. Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country 3/23/2010
36. Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'D 3/23/2010
37. Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'D Our Plains 3/23/2010
38. Sonnet Xi. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 3/23/2010
39. On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt 3/23/2010
40. King Stephen 3/23/2010

Comments about John Keats

  • Gulzar Hussain ranjoor (3/29/2018 12:48:00 AM)

    Nice and attractive poems

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  • Grayson Goss (3/20/2018 1:46:00 PM)

    This poet has forver changed my life. No one else can write as he did. He is the Tom Bombadil of poetry. He is one of a kind. Every single line I read I can't help but shed a tear, not from sadness, but from amazement. I aspire to write poetry as Keats did. This sounds weird but i feel as if Keats will sometimes talk through me. A teacher once told me Listen class this is just a poem, and without hesitation Keats spoke through me and said it is never just a poem.

  • Joshua Adeyemi Joshua Adeyemi (3/4/2018 3:13:00 PM)

    My poems have often being liken to this man's poems...

    And I stopped to wait by... And see who he is...

    Well... He's one of them!

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  • Shubham kute patil (2/21/2018 12:54:00 AM)

    It is historical movement

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  • HARERAM PANDIT (2/18/2018 3:51:00 AM)

    Very nice

  • Hareram Pandit (2/18/2018 3:50:00 AM)

    Very. Nice

  • Taib ali (12/17/2017 7:15:00 AM)

    Very good

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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