John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

201. To Hope 12/31/2002
202. Happy Is England! I Could Be Content 1/3/2003
203. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca 1/13/2003
204. A Draught Of Sunshine 3/22/2010
205. Written On A Summer Evening 1/3/2003
206. Give Me Women, Wine, And Snuff 1/3/2003
207. A Party Of Lovers 3/22/2010
208. La Belle Dame Sans Merci 12/31/2002
209. Fancy 12/31/2002
210. A Song About Myself 3/22/2010
211. His Last Sonnet 1/3/2003
212. Ode To Autumn 12/31/2002
213. Ode On A Grecian Urn 12/31/2002
214. When I Have Fears 12/31/2002
215. Ode To A Nightingale 12/31/2002
216. Bright Star 12/31/2002
217. A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion) 1/3/2003

Comments about John Keats

  • Shama Bukhari (9/17/2012 8:16:00 AM)

    though Wast born for death...... Keats! You died so early..... A honest and truthful poet needs thousand years to display his or her vision.... All his work is commendable.....

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  • Ryan Walker (8/17/2012 10:57:00 PM)

    I can't remember who said it, but someone said Keats' To Autumn is the most anthologized poem in the English language. I personally understand why, it is a break from the traditional view of Autumn prevalent in literature, that it is a time of death and misery, awaiting Winter. Instead, he writes it is the time of Harvest, from a long Summer, preparing for the Winter. After all, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find thee sitting, carless on a granary floor.

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  • Christian Torres (7/5/2012 9:41:00 PM)

    When thy chest did plummet its airy last
    and thy sweet brow fell forever 'pon thine eye
    a fairy gleam from each leafy nook was stolen
    and each breathing thing did expel a broken sigh.

    Thy azure pall, ethereal in the wind
    did surely catch some glint of weeping sky
    as ye were laid in the bosom of the Earth
    and bade the unborn leaves goodbye.

    Are ye transformed into thine own Endymion?
    Do ye wander the chiming isles of Greece?
    Or the pathways of Heaven, hand in hand with Milton
    Thy head laid on pillows of the softest golden fleece?

    For the toil of thy precious heart
    shall be a joy forever.
    Ne'er to be by a hateful word
    or fickle centuries severed.

    Keats remains alive and blushing in the truest and tenderest of hearts. Treasure him. Allow his words to soften and enlighten your soul.

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  • H. Reese (7/5/2012 11:35:00 AM)

    Keats was an inspired man who wrote for Love and Truth. Those two things should be at the center of all our work. Go to Google, search The Truth Contest, click the first result, begin reading The Present

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  • Funny Rajj (6/19/2012 2:08:00 AM)

    Well i am honored to write a comment on John Keats... His poems are so heart touching, simply love the feelings in the poem. I just stumbled upon this site which has funny poems, hope you guys will like it...

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  • Shahzia Batool Shahzia Batool (2/17/2012 9:25:00 AM)

    TO KEATS!
    'thou wast not born for death, Immortal Bird! '
    now live eternally
    in worthy world,
    in poetic realm.
    thy words impress the soul,
    and overwhelm
    our each and every thought...
    thou wast a singing Bird,
    for us thou always brought
    enchanting, rhythmic words...
    now do a different job:
    remove the veil of gloom
    from caring, thoughtful mind,
    do not intend to sob
    in sad, indolent mood.
    try not to close thy eyes
    pain is the part of life-
    so why escape the world?
    thou wast not born for death
    IMMORTAL BIRD!


    Shahzia Batool

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  • Ryan Walker (1/26/2012 12:16:00 PM)

    I love the tool Keats uses to profoundly affect the Romantic sense in his poetry. He starts grounded in reality, then slowly and gradually goes into this ideal sense, that once it hits a peak, goes back down to reality. But it is not the same point you started in.
    A fantastic poet. If only he had been able to write longer, think of the influence he would've had on his contemporaries.

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  • Aijaz Roxx (1/22/2012 6:57:00 AM)

    keats is not only the best poet ever..... but he has the capacity of doing what the age wants..... not like shakesphere just stolen all his drams from other guys to make them personal.....

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  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (4/13/2010 1:06:00 AM)

    highly romantic poems, i like very much

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  • Bambam Yadav (3/16/2010 10:21:00 AM)

    John keats is one of the such raomantic poet who never put himself under restriction of versification.Keats achieved mastery in spontaneous voices of hearts.He seemed to us the best romantic as well as classic in his composition.His extraordinary verses, of course, takes us in the stream of realization.

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Best Poem of John Keats

When I Have Fears

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;...

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Ode

Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Double lived in regions new?
Yes, and those of heaven commune
With the spheres of sun and moon;
With the noise of fountains wound'rous,
And the parle of voices thund'rous;
With the whisper of heaven's trees