John Keats

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

John Keats Poems

41. Happy Is England! I Could Be Content 1/3/2003
42. His Last Sonnet 1/3/2003
43. Hither, Hither, Love 12/31/2002
44. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! 1/13/2003
45. Hymn To Apollo 12/31/2002
46. Hyperion 12/31/2002
47. Hyperion. Book I 3/29/2010
48. Hyperion. Book Ii 3/29/2010
49. Hyperion. Book Iii 3/29/2010
50. I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill 3/23/2010
51. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'D 12/31/2002
52. Imitation Of Spenser 3/23/2010
53. In Drear-Nighted December 12/31/2002
54. Isabella Or The Pot Of Basil 1/3/2003
55. Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio 3/29/2010
56. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'Ring Here And There 1/3/2003
57. King Stephen 3/23/2010
58. La Belle Dame Sans Merci 12/31/2002
59. La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original Version ) 3/29/2010
60. Lamia. Part I 3/23/2010
61. Lamia. Part Ii 3/23/2010
62. Last Sonnet 1/4/2003
63. Lines 12/31/2002
64. Lines From Endymion 1/3/2003
65. Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair 3/23/2010
66. Lines On The Mermaid Tavern 12/31/2002
67. Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford 3/23/2010
68. Lines To Fanny 3/23/2010
69. Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country 3/23/2010
70. Meg Merrilies 12/31/2002
71. O Blush Not So! 12/31/2002
72. O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell 1/13/2003
73. Ode 1/3/2003
74. Ode On Melancholy 3/29/2010
75. Ode On A Grecian Urn 12/31/2002
76. Ode On Indolence 12/31/2002
77. Ode On Melancholy 12/31/2002
78. Ode To A Nightingale 12/31/2002
79. Ode To Apollo 3/23/2010
80. Ode To Autumn 12/31/2002
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)


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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