John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

121. Sonnet To Mrs. Reynolds's Cat 3/23/2010
122. Sonnet To Sleep 3/23/2010
123. Sonnet To Spenser 3/23/2010
124. Sonnet To The Nile 3/23/2010
125. Sonnet V. To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses 3/23/2010
126. Sonnet Vi. To G. A. W. 3/23/2010
127. Sonnet Vii. To Solitude 3/23/2010
128. Sonnet Viii. To My Brothers 3/23/2010
129. Sonnet Xi. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 3/23/2010
130. Sonnet Xii. On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour 3/23/2010
131. Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon 3/23/2010
132. Sonnet Xiii. Addressed To Haydon 3/23/2010
133. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
134. Sonnet Xiv. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) 3/23/2010
135. Sonnet Xv. On The Grasshopper And Cricket 3/23/2010
136. Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko 3/23/2010
137. Sonnet Xvii. Happy Is England 3/23/2010
138. Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear 3/23/2010
139. Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca 3/23/2010
140. Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'D 3/23/2010
141. Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander 3/23/2010
142. Sonnet. On Leigh Hunt's Poem 'The Story Of Rimini' 3/23/2010
143. Sonnet. On Peace 3/23/2010
144. Sonnet. On The Sea 3/23/2010
145. Sonnet. The Day Is Gone 3/23/2010
146. Sonnet. To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall 3/23/2010
147. Sonnet. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown 3/23/2010
148. Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight? 3/23/2010
149. Sonnet. Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds 3/23/2010
150. Sonnet. Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition 3/23/2010
151. Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint' 3/23/2010
152. Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure And The Lefe' 3/29/2010
153. Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis 3/23/2010
154. Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'D Our Plains 3/23/2010
155. Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove 3/23/2010
156. Sonnet: Before He Went 3/23/2010
157. Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer's Eve 3/23/2010
158. Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be 3/23/2010
159. Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem 3/23/2010
160. Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto Ii, Book V, Of 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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