John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

81. Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio 3/29/2010
82. Hyperion. Book Iii 3/29/2010
83. On Receiving A Curious Shell 3/23/2010
84. Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight? 3/23/2010
85. Hyperion. Book Ii 3/29/2010
86. Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness 3/23/2010
87. Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove 3/23/2010
88. Lines To Fanny 3/23/2010
89. Woman! When I Behold Thee Flippant, Vain 3/23/2010
90. Sonnet To Byron 3/23/2010
91. To Some Ladies 3/23/2010
92. Sonnet Xv. On The Grasshopper And Cricket 3/23/2010
93. Sonnet To Mrs. Reynolds's Cat 3/23/2010
94. Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer's Eve 3/23/2010
95. Two Sonnets On Fame 3/23/2010
96. Song Of Four Faries 3/23/2010
97. Sonnet. On Peace 3/23/2010
98. Sonnet. On The Sea 3/23/2010
99. Sonnet. The Day Is Gone 3/23/2010
100. Sonnet. To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall 3/23/2010
101. Hyperion. Book I 3/29/2010
102. Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly! 3/23/2010
103. Ode To Apollo 3/23/2010
104. Lamia. Part Ii 3/23/2010
105. Character Of Charles Brown 3/23/2010
106. Song. I Had A Dove 3/23/2010
107. Ben Nevis: A Dialogue 3/22/2010
108. To John Hamilton Reynolds 1/13/2003
109. To Haydon With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles 1/3/2003
110. Sonnet To Sleep 3/23/2010
111. To G.A.W. 1/13/2003
112. Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be 3/23/2010
113. Song Of The Indian Maid, From 'Endymion' 1/4/2003
114. On A Dream 3/23/2010
115. Apollo And The Graces 3/22/2010
116. Fragment. Welcome Joy, And Welcome Sorrow 3/23/2010
117. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown 1/13/2003
118. Sharing Eve's Apple 3/23/2010
119. Calidore: A Fragment 3/23/2010
120. Lamia. Part I 3/23/2010

Comments about John Keats

  • Arya Goswami Arya Goswami (11/20/2016 8:44:00 AM)

    Besides his work, Tennyson regarded Keats as the greatest poet of the nineteenth century! It rightly befalls true that the best of men cannot suspend their fate, the good die early and the bad die late! Keats would have been the greatest if he lived more, for who else was ever born to occupy the title of 'greatest' just in his twenties! ! ! ! !

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

    One of my favourite poets.

  • 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

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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