John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

121. To My Brother George 1/13/2003
122. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown 1/13/2003
123. Sharing Eve's Apple 3/23/2010
124. To Byron 1/3/2003
125. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of The Flowre And The Lefe 1/13/2003
126. To Homer 12/31/2002
127. Stanzas 1/4/2003
128. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'D 12/31/2002
129. On A Dream 3/23/2010
130. Lines From Endymion 1/3/2003
131. To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent 12/31/2002
132. Lines On The Mermaid Tavern 12/31/2002
133. Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison 1/3/2003
134. To My Brothers 1/3/2003
135. On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again 12/31/2002
136. Calidore: A Fragment 3/23/2010
137. To Mrs Reynolds' Cat 1/3/2003
138. Ben Nevis: A Dialogue 3/22/2010
139. On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time 1/3/2003
140. On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour 1/13/2003
141. Lines 12/31/2002
142. Ode On Melancholy 3/29/2010
143. To&Mdash; 1/13/2003
144. Meg Merrilies 12/31/2002
145. Faery Songs 3/23/2010
146. Dawlish Fair 3/23/2010
147. The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone 1/13/2003
148. Written On A Blank Space 1/3/2003
149. Apollo And The Graces 3/22/2010
150. Endymion: Book Iv 1/13/2003
151. Endymion: Book Iii 1/13/2003
152. Last Sonnet 1/4/2003
153. On The Grasshopper And Cricket 1/3/2003
154. Ode On Indolence 12/31/2002
155. Ode To Fanny 1/3/2003
156. A Prophecy: To George Keats In America 3/22/2010
157. Robin Hood 12/31/2002
158. Hyperion 12/31/2002
159. To The Nile 1/3/2003
160. To Sleep 12/31/2002

Comments about John Keats

  • 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

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  • 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...

  • Enya Macdonald (9/3/2014 4:05:00 PM)

    I saw the quote Life is divine chaos and it said is was John Keats. I wondered if this was said in one of his poems? because I want to hear more to it.

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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