John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

81. Ode To Autumn 12/31/2002
82. Ode To Fanny 1/3/2003
83. Ode To Psyche 12/31/2002
84. Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The Inn' 3/23/2010
85. On A Dream 3/23/2010
86. On Death 3/29/2010
87. On Fame 1/3/2003
88. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 12/31/2002
89. On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing 3/23/2010
90. On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour 1/13/2003
91. On Receiving A Curious Shell 3/23/2010
92. On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt 3/23/2010
93. On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time 1/3/2003
94. On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again 12/31/2002
95. On The Grasshopper And Cricket 1/3/2003
96. On The Sea 1/3/2003
97. On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns 3/23/2010
98. Otho The Great - Act Ii 3/29/2010
99. Otho The Great - Act Iii 3/29/2010
100. Otho The Great - Act Iv 3/29/2010
101. Otho The Great - Act V 3/29/2010
102. Robin Hood 12/31/2002
103. Sharing Eve's Apple 3/23/2010
104. Sleep And Poetry 3/23/2010
105. Song Of Four Faries 3/23/2010
106. Song Of The Indian Maid, From 'Endymion' 1/4/2003
107. Song. I Had A Dove 3/23/2010
108. Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly! 3/23/2010
109. Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works 3/23/2010
110. Sonnet I. To My Brother George 3/23/2010
111. Sonnet Ii. To ****** 3/23/2010
112. Sonnet Iii. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison 3/23/2010
113. Sonnet Iv. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! 3/23/2010
114. Sonnet Ix. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are 3/23/2010
115. Sonnet On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again 3/23/2010
116. Sonnet To Byron 3/23/2010
117. Sonnet To Chatterton 3/23/2010
118. Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness 3/23/2010
119. Sonnet To Homer 3/23/2010
120. Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds 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, ...

Read the full of A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion)


DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung above his head
Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer's day

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