John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

161. Isabella Or The Pot Of Basil 1/3/2003
162. To Sleep 12/31/2002
163. Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell 1/3/2003
164. Epistle To My Brother George 1/13/2003
165. Think Of It Not, Sweet One 12/31/2002
166. On Death 3/29/2010
167. On Fame 1/3/2003
168. O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell 1/13/2003
169. Endymion: Book Ii 1/13/2003
170. The Human Seasons 12/31/2002
171. Ode 1/3/2003
172. O Blush Not So! 12/31/2002
173. A Galloway Song 3/22/2010
174. Hyperion 12/31/2002
175. This Living Hand 1/3/2003
176. Hymn To Apollo 12/31/2002
177. Endymion: A Poetic Romance (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
178. Endymion: Book I 1/13/2003
179. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 12/31/2002
180. Ode To Fanny 1/3/2003
181. Fragment Of An Ode To Maia 1/4/2003
182. Where's The Poet? 1/3/2003
183. The Eve Of St. Agnes 12/31/2002
184. Ode To Psyche 12/31/2002
185. Addressed To Haydon 1/13/2003
186. Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl 1/3/2003
187. An Extempore 3/22/2010
188. You Say You Love 3/23/2010
189. To Solitude 12/31/2002
190. Endymion (Excerpts) 12/31/2002
191. Ode On Melancholy 12/31/2002
192. To Fanny 1/13/2003
193. La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original Version ) 3/29/2010
194. Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl! 3/22/2010
195. Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid? 12/31/2002
196. Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats 3/22/2010
197. Hither, Hither, Love 12/31/2002
198. Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds 1/13/2003
199. Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth, 1/4/2003
200. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca 1/13/2003

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  • Shama Bukhari (9/17/2012 8:23:00 AM)

    Though wast born for death....

  • Shama Bukhari (9/17/2012 8:22:00 AM)

    though wast not born for death so truly said..

  • Shama Bukhari (9/17/2012 8:22:00 AM)

    though wast not born for death so truly said..

  • Shama Bukhari (9/17/2012 8:16:00 AM)

    though Wast born for death...... Keats! You died so early..... A honest and truthful poet needs thousand years to display his or her vision.... All his work is commendable.....

  • Ryan Walker (8/17/2012 10:57:00 PM)

    I can't remember who said it, but someone said Keats' To Autumn is the most anthologized poem in the English language. I personally understand why, it is a break from the traditional view of Autumn prevalent in literature, that it is a time of death and misery, awaiting Winter. Instead, he writes it is the time of Harvest, from a long Summer, preparing for the Winter. After all, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find thee sitting, carless on a granary floor.

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)


Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Double lived in regions new?
Yes, and those of heaven commune
With the spheres of sun and moon;
With the noise of fountains wound'rous,
And the parle of voices thund'rous;
With the whisper of heaven's trees

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