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)

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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