John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

41. To George Felton Mathew 3/23/2010
42. Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander 3/23/2010
43. Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'D Our Plains 3/23/2010
44. Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove 3/23/2010
45. Sonnet Xi. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 3/23/2010
46. On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt 3/23/2010
47. Sonnet To Homer 3/23/2010
48. Sonnet: Before He Went 3/23/2010
49. Sonnet Vi. To G. A. W. 3/23/2010
50. On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns 3/23/2010
51. Sonnet Iv. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! 3/23/2010
52. Sonnet To The Nile 3/23/2010
53. Fragment Of 3/29/2010
54. Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818 3/29/2010
55. Sonnet I. To My Brother George 3/23/2010
56. Stanzas To Miss Wylie 3/23/2010
57. Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles 3/23/2010
58. King Stephen 3/23/2010
59. To Charles Cowden Clarke 3/23/2010
60. Sonnet Iii. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison 3/23/2010
61. Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
62. Staffa 3/23/2010
63. Imitation Of Spenser 3/23/2010
64. Daisy's Song 2/4/2016
65. To -------. 3/23/2010
66. Fragment Of 'The Castle Builder.' 3/23/2010
67. Two Or Three 3/23/2010
68. Sonnet V. To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses 3/23/2010
69. Extracts From An Opera 3/23/2010
70. Fragment. Where's The Poet? 3/23/2010
71. Sonnet. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown 3/23/2010
72. Sonnet Vii. To Solitude 3/23/2010
73. Sonnet To Chatterton 3/23/2010
74. Hyperion. Book Iii 3/29/2010
75. Sonnet To Byron 3/23/2010
76. On Receiving A Curious Shell 3/23/2010
77. Hyperion. Book Ii 3/29/2010
78. Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness 3/23/2010
79. To **** 3/23/2010
80. The Gadfly 3/23/2010
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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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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