John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

1. A Draught Of Sunshine 3/22/2010
2. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca 1/13/2003
3. A Galloway Song 3/22/2010
4. A Party Of Lovers 3/22/2010
5. A Prophecy: To George Keats In America 3/22/2010
6. A Song About Myself 3/22/2010
7. A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion) 1/3/2003
8. Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats 3/22/2010
9. Addressed To Haydon 1/13/2003
10. An Extempore 3/22/2010
11. Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds 1/13/2003
12. Apollo And The Graces 3/22/2010
13. Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl! 3/22/2010
14. Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth, 1/4/2003
15. Ben Nevis: A Dialogue 3/22/2010
16. Bright Star 12/31/2002
17. Calidore: A Fragment 3/23/2010
18. Character Of Charles Brown 3/23/2010
19. Dawlish Fair 3/23/2010
20. Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq. 3/23/2010
21. Endymion (Excerpts) 12/31/2002
22. Endymion: A Poetic Romance (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
23. Endymion: Book I 1/13/2003
24. Endymion: Book Ii 1/13/2003
25. Endymion: Book Iii 1/13/2003
26. Endymion: Book Iv 1/13/2003
27. Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds 3/23/2010
28. Epistle To My Brother George 1/13/2003
29. Extracts From An Opera 3/23/2010
30. Faery Songs 3/23/2010
31. Fancy 12/31/2002
32. Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl 1/3/2003
33. Fragment Of 3/29/2010
34. Fragment Of An Ode To Maia 1/4/2003
35. Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818 3/29/2010
36. Fragment Of 'The Castle Builder.' 3/23/2010
37. Fragment. Welcome Joy, And Welcome Sorrow 3/23/2010
38. Fragment. Where's The Poet? 3/23/2010
39. Fragment: Modern Love 3/23/2010
40. Give Me Women, Wine, And Snuff 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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