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, ...

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This Living Hand

This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed - see here it is -
I hold it towards you.

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