John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

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

Comments about John Keats

  • Lalit Patel (7/31/2009 11:12:00 PM)

    Dear Sir,

    I need similar poems of the Human Seasons. Pls mail me as earlier becos its very urgent for me

    Thanks

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  • Silly Tony (5/6/2009 11:32:00 PM)

    John Keats, a beautiful name, a handsome man, during his short life created a lot of memorable poems.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (8/1/2008 3:48:00 AM)

    your poems I read again and again, a nice experience.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (8/1/2008 3:40:00 AM)

    your poems are heart touching and romantic.

  • Rohan R (7/29/2008 10:01:00 AM)

    Gifted poet that touches the painful hearts

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:58:00 AM)

    Dear keats I love your poems again and again.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (6/14/2008 1:44:00 AM)

    romantic touch with painful realities.

  • Javier Alonso (6/7/2008 10:12:00 PM)

    great use of imagery.
    you definitely got me to imagine everything going on

    good job!

  • Donny S (6/28/2006 2:09:00 AM)

    Keats.....is definitely one of my favourite poets......I know that, a friend of mine, named Jayan in India dotes on him.......

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (6/1/2006 2:37:00 PM)

    Keats will remain one of my favourite authors.

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, ...

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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

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