John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

201. To Hope 12/31/2002
202. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca 1/13/2003
203. A Draught Of Sunshine 3/22/2010
204. A Party Of Lovers 3/22/2010
205. Happy Is England! I Could Be Content 1/3/2003
206. Give Me Women, Wine, And Snuff 1/3/2003
207. La Belle Dame Sans Merci 12/31/2002
208. Fancy 12/31/2002
209. Written On A Summer Evening 1/3/2003
210. A Song About Myself 3/22/2010
211. Ode To Autumn 12/31/2002
212. His Last Sonnet 1/3/2003
213. Ode On A Grecian Urn 12/31/2002
214. Ode To A Nightingale 12/31/2002
215. When I Have Fears 12/31/2002
216. Bright Star 12/31/2002
217. A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion) 1/3/2003
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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Ode

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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