John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

41. Give Me Women, Wine, And Snuff 1/3/2003
42. Happy Is England! I Could Be Content 1/3/2003
43. His Last Sonnet 1/3/2003
44. Hither, Hither, Love 12/31/2002
45. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! 1/13/2003
46. Hymn To Apollo 12/31/2002
47. Hyperion 12/31/2002
48. Hyperion. Book I 3/29/2010
49. Hyperion. Book Ii 3/29/2010
50. Hyperion. Book Iii 3/29/2010
51. I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill 3/23/2010
52. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'D 12/31/2002
53. Imitation Of Spenser 3/23/2010
54. In Drear-Nighted December 12/31/2002
55. Isabella Or The Pot Of Basil 1/3/2003
56. Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio 3/29/2010
57. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'Ring Here And There 1/3/2003
58. King Stephen 3/23/2010
59. La Belle Dame Sans Merci 12/31/2002
60. La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original Version ) 3/29/2010
61. Lamia. Part I 3/23/2010
62. Lamia. Part Ii 3/23/2010
63. Last Sonnet 1/4/2003
64. Lines 12/31/2002
65. Lines From Endymion 1/3/2003
66. Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair 3/23/2010
67. Lines On The Mermaid Tavern 12/31/2002
68. Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford 3/23/2010
69. Lines To Fanny 3/23/2010
70. Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country 3/23/2010
71. Meg Merrilies 12/31/2002
72. O Blush Not So! 12/31/2002
73. O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell 1/13/2003
74. Ode 1/3/2003
75. Ode On Melancholy 3/29/2010
76. Ode On A Grecian Urn 12/31/2002
77. Ode On Indolence 12/31/2002
78. Ode On Melancholy 12/31/2002
79. Ode To A Nightingale 12/31/2002
80. Ode To Apollo 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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