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

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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