John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

201. A Draught Of Sunshine 3/22/2010
202. On The Sea 1/3/2003
203. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca 1/13/2003
204. Happy Is England! I Could Be Content 1/3/2003
205. A Party Of Lovers 3/22/2010
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. A Song About Myself 3/22/2010
210. Written On A Summer Evening 1/3/2003
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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Hyperion

BOOK I
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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