John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

41. Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander 3/23/2010
42. Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country 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. King Stephen 3/23/2010
48. Sonnet To Homer 3/23/2010
49. Sonnet: Before He Went 3/23/2010
50. Sonnet Vi. To G. A. W. 3/23/2010
51. On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns 3/23/2010
52. Sonnet Iv. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! 3/23/2010
53. Sonnet To The Nile 3/23/2010
54. Imitation Of Spenser 3/23/2010
55. Fragment Of 3/29/2010
56. Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818 3/29/2010
57. Daisy's Song 2/4/2016
58. Two Or Three 3/23/2010
59. Sonnet I. To My Brother George 3/23/2010
60. Stanzas To Miss Wylie 3/23/2010
61. Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles 3/23/2010
62. Sonnet Iii. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison 3/23/2010
63. Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
64. Staffa 3/23/2010
65. Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair 3/23/2010
66. Fragment Of 'The Castle Builder.' 3/23/2010
67. Sonnet V. To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses 3/23/2010
68. Extracts From An Opera 3/23/2010
69. Fragment. Where's The Poet? 3/23/2010
70. The Gadfly 3/23/2010
71. Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint' 3/23/2010
72. Sonnet. Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition 3/23/2010
73. Sonnet Vii. To Solitude 3/23/2010
74. Sonnet To Chatterton 3/23/2010
75. Hyperion. Book Iii 3/29/2010
76. Sonnet Ii. To ****** 3/23/2010
77. Sonnet To Byron 3/23/2010
78. To -------. 3/23/2010
79. On Receiving A Curious Shell 3/23/2010
80. Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight? 3/23/2010

Comments about John Keats

  • Menato San Menato San (8/5/2016 1:40:00 AM)

    One of my favourite poets.

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  • Leialoha Perkins (6/17/2016 12:43:00 AM)

    To the writer of this very fine, sensitive, thorough biography connecting extended critical reviews of the John Keats his poems, his friends, the times, the cross currents of appreciation and bitter responses from the poetʻs peers, not unmixed with a competitive personal challenge, my deepest gratitude. Not only are the insights fair, they are incisive. The range provokes extended questions and thought. I am sorry that the author has not listed his/her name, for my thanks is personal, not merely professional. Of special interest, for example, is to be informed that the Keats papers are at Harvard and that there was another young woman in John Keatsʻ life named Jones, and that Keats could not bear to write directly to Fanny Brawne, after arriving in Rome, but wrote to her mother, instead. This latter point explains why, in Jane Campionʻs movie Bright Star, the letter from Rome is addressed to Mrs. Brawne and not to Fanny. The difference reveals the excruciating pain that Keats must have experienced, which is confirmed seemingly nowhere else that I have read - of Keatsʻ cruel end, even among his loving friends who, for professional and correct reasons allowed Keats to suffer the interminable coughing and fever and hunger pains than allow him peace. For this sharing of knowledge, I thank you warmly,
    -Leialoha A. Perkins

  • Sourabh Mishra Sourabh Mishra (3/8/2016 9:20:00 PM)

    One of my favourite poets. His poems are evergreen and capable of carrying human soul into another world.

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/13/2015 11:52:00 AM)

    ''Here lies one whose name was writ in water.''

    Epitaph for himself (1821)

    (written on the headstone of his grave, at the Non-Catholic Cemetery in Rome)

    (John Keats, (London, October 31,1795 – Rome, February 23,1821)

  • Rahman wali (11/30/2015 12:13:00 AM)

    How Keats expressed dejection in his bright star.I need help from any one.I have to thesis on Keats dejection

  • Soul Watcher Soul Watcher (11/24/2015 2:44:00 AM)

    Great poet with amazing poems ..

  • Lace Ann GRACE (7/18/2015 10:26:00 PM)

    A favorite. It is relevant thriught the centuries

  • Frank Avon (4/8/2015 3:14:00 PM)

    One of the finest essays ever written to interpret a poem was Earl Wasserman's chapter on 'The Grecian Urn, ' in his book The Finer Tone, published in 1953. Not only does it give brilliant insights into the meanings of the poem, it also shows what a careful craftsman Keats was in his handling of poetic form, language, syntax, and imagery. It's the kind of commentary Keats deserves. Wasserman finds keys to Keats' meaning in his letters and in his other (minor) poems. It is worth reading this chapter if for no other reason than to see Keats's concepts of 'heaven's bourne' and 'the pleasure thermometer' as patterns fleshed out in the poem.

    Frankly, it's not an easy chapter to read: it demands the kind of careful attention and the depth of intellectual curiosity that, indeed, are demanded by Keats' great poetry. It is unfair to extract one single quotation from Wasserman's essay, which must be read as an organic whole. However, this concluding reflection might spur you on to see how he arrived as this resolution of the last lines of the poem: this is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know. 'The sum of earthly wisdom is that in this world of pain and decay... art remains, immutable in its essence.... This art is forever available as 'a friend to man, ' a power willing to admit man to its 'sphery session.''

  • Matthew Holloway (3/28/2015 12:37:00 PM)

    one of my favourite poets an idol to romance

  • Mehmet Turgut Mehmet Turgut (3/12/2015 10:23:00 AM)

    very very gooog. sory 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 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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