John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

161. Epistle To My Brother George 1/13/2003
162. Think Of It Not, Sweet One 12/31/2002
163. O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell 1/13/2003
164. A Prophecy: To George Keats In America 3/22/2010
165. The Human Seasons 12/31/2002
166. Ode 1/3/2003
167. Hymn To Apollo 12/31/2002
168. On Death 3/29/2010
169. O Blush Not So! 12/31/2002
170. Where's The Poet? 1/3/2003
171. On Fame 1/3/2003
172. This Living Hand 1/3/2003
173. Ode To Psyche 12/31/2002
174. A Galloway Song 3/22/2010
175. Endymion: A Poetic Romance (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
176. To Solitude 12/31/2002
177. To The Nile 1/3/2003
178. Endymion: Book I 1/13/2003
179. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer 12/31/2002
180. Endymion: Book Ii 1/13/2003
181. Fragment Of An Ode To Maia 1/4/2003
182. Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl 1/3/2003
183. Apollo And The Graces 3/22/2010
184. In Drear-Nighted December 12/31/2002
185. Ode On Melancholy 12/31/2002
186. Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid? 12/31/2002
187. The Eve Of St. Agnes 12/31/2002
188. To Fanny 1/13/2003
189. An Extempore 3/22/2010
190. Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats 3/22/2010
191. La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original Version ) 3/29/2010
192. Endymion (Excerpts) 12/31/2002
193. Addressed To Haydon 1/13/2003
194. Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds 1/13/2003
195. Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl! 3/22/2010
196. Hither, Hither, Love 12/31/2002
197. You Say You Love 3/23/2010
198. Hyperion 12/31/2002
199. On The Sea 1/3/2003
200. Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth, 1/4/2003

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Best Poem of John Keats

Ode To A Nightingale

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thy happiness,---
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O for a draught of vintage, that hath been
Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting ...

Read the full of Ode To A Nightingale


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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