John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

41. Sonnet Xi. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 3/23/2010
42. Sonnet To Homer 3/23/2010
43. Sonnet: Before He Went 3/23/2010
44. Sonnet Vi. To G. A. W. 3/23/2010
45. Sonnet Iv. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! 3/23/2010
46. Imitation Of Spenser 3/23/2010
47. Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint' 3/23/2010
48. Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko 3/23/2010
49. Fragment Of 3/29/2010
50. Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818 3/29/2010
51. Sonnet Xvii. Happy Is England 3/23/2010
52. Two Or Three 3/23/2010
53. Sonnet To Spenser 3/23/2010
54. Sonnet I. To My Brother George 3/23/2010
55. Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair 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. Sonnet Iii. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison 3/23/2010
60. Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
61. To **** 3/23/2010
62. On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns 3/23/2010
63. Sonnet To The Nile 3/23/2010
64. Staffa 3/23/2010
65. Sonnet Ii. To ****** 3/23/2010
66. To -------. 3/23/2010
67. On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt 3/23/2010
68. Fragment Of 'The Castle Builder.' 3/23/2010
69. Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove 3/23/2010
70. Daisy's Song 2/4/2016
71. Extracts From An Opera 3/23/2010
72. Fragment. Where's The Poet? 3/23/2010
73. Sonnet. Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition 3/23/2010
74. Sonnet. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown 3/23/2010
75. Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio 3/29/2010
76. Hyperion. Book Iii 3/29/2010
77. Sonnet To Byron 3/23/2010
78. Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight? 3/23/2010
79. Sonnet V. To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses 3/23/2010
80. Hyperion. Book Ii 3/29/2010

Comments about John Keats

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  • Kshirod Kumar Dehury Kshirod Kumar Dehury (11/21/2017 1:06:00 AM)

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  • Dr Dillip K Swain Dr Dillip K Swain (10/14/2017 3:45:00 AM)

    A thing of beauty is a joy for ever...has been the most remarkable and popular quote..John Keats is immortal..I love reading all his poems again and again.. in my leisure I read this poem from my heart..The class of John Keats is distinct and unique..!

  • Gayathri Seetharam Gayathri Seetharam (9/6/2017 4:20:00 PM)

    How beautiful of John Keats to say that love is his religion. I did not quite, at a cursory glance, understand his poem, A Draught of Sunshine, but it seems like it has a lot to offer. He values soul as well as intelligence and that is indeed a wonderful quality and I must analyze his and Lord Byron's poems to see if what he has said is actually true, that is he imagined while Byron merely saw. -Gayathri B. Seetharam

  • Dipankar Sadhukhan Dipankar Sadhukhan (7/28/2017 2:18:00 PM)

    Keats' treatment of themes of Beauty and Mutability in the poems, Ode To A Nightingale and Ode To Autumn:

    Among the English romantics Keats had be a connoisseur of arts and aesthetic experience. Wordsworth was the high priest of natural beauty, Coleridge of supernatural beauty, Shelley of intellectual beauty, Byron of feminine beauty and Keats of aesthetic beauty. Keatsian odes, Horatian in form with uniformity of stanzas are serious in tone, dignified in metrical structure and grand in style. He completed six odes and left one incomplete. He recaptures the ancient Greek world of imagination and art in relation to his romantic imagination and pursuit of sensuous beauty of nature. Classicism and romanticism are perfectly blended In theme and style. This is well exhibited in Ode to a Nightingale, Ode on a Grecian Urn and Ode to Autumn.

    Like all other members of the romantic generation, Keats firmly believed in the law of transitoriness or the law of Mutability that governs this mundane earth. The Ode to a Nightingale testifies Keats' negative capability as he is not empowered to reach the paradise world of the New Nightingale bereft of wings. When the melody of the so-called immortal bird enchants his soul, he falls into a trance or drowsy numbness. The effect is thought to be similar to that of the intoxicating impact of opium, hemlock and vintage. But the grave and ultimate truth of Mutability compels Keats to be morose. The weariness, the fever and the fret of this mundane world is beyond control. A youth must grow pale and spectre thin only to proceed towards death. The old age brings about grey hairs as marks senility. All the dwellers of this earth must be obedient to this universal law. People become morbid when the sit together and discuss the cause of misery and tragedy. Their eyes are leaden with despairs. Even the beautiful woman can not maintain and preserve her lustrous eyes. Feminine beauty should also obey the law of Mutability. It will also become dwindled, peak and pine. So the poet is absolutely confirmed that the earthly beauty is eminently transitory. Again to escape the world of sordid reality and thorny problems of life, Keats wants to seek a shelter in the paradisal world of Nightingale. But here is a problem. Keats can not tastes the forbidden knowledge of joy and delight, being denied the opportunity of flight. A bird can fly but a poet can not. Herein lies the essence of negative capability.

    But the romantic poet wishes to go there on the viewless wings of poesy and charioted by Bacchus and his pards. He has no hesitation to court death this night as he is supremely satisfied by the melody of the Nightingale. He had been half in love with easeful Death. Tuberculosis has eaten into his vitality and therefore he should have no complain about such a painless death.

    The bird, the poet thinks, was not born for death, being an immortal bird. One particular bird may die but the species of the bird will continue to sing the selfsame song. The same song has passed through the hearts of emperor, clown, sad nostalgic Ruth (a tragic woman in the Bible) and magician who produced almost similar effect. The disyllabic word, forlorn sounds like the ringing of a bell and it compels him to return to the world of everyday reality. The bird being gone, it's melody becomes inaudible. Keats is in a state of oscillation and can not pursue whether he had been awake or asleep, enjoying a reverie.

    Ode to Autumn celebrates the festive season of natural abundance and fruitfulness. Autumn 'conspires' with the maturing sun to yield a rich harvest in the form of apples and honey. Every fruit and vegetable is ripe to the core. The beehives are overflowing with abundant honey.

    Keats depicts different personas of Autumn in the second stanza. She is looked upon as a rustic woman, a harvester, reaper, gleaner and lastly the cider maker. The reference to 'hook' and 'cyder press' carries a sad note as it signifies the impact of machine on nature due to industrial revolution.

    In the concluding stanza Keats consoles the Autumnal season by ascribing five sources of music. The wilful choir of the small gnats, loud bleating of the full grown lambs, singing of the hedge crickets, whistling melody of the Robin red breast and the twittering of the swallow are five sources of autumnal beauty.

    While in Ode to a Nightingale Keats is in an aesthetic mood, he is serene and tranquil in Ode to Autumn. But Keats is very much conscious of natural beauty everywhere. Thus he knows it for certain that earthly beauty or feminine beauty is momentary or transitory obeying the law of Mutability. In every respect Ode on a Grecian Urn represents Keats' concept of Aesthetic Beauty and Truth at its best.

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 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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