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About John Keats

John Keats was an English poet of the second generation of Romantic poets, with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley. His poems had been in publication for less than four years when he died of tuberculosis at the age of 25. They were indifferently received in his lifetime, but his fame grew rapidly after his death. By the end of the century, he was placed in the canon of English literature, strongly influencing many writers of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood; the Encyclopædia Britannica of 1888 called one ode "one of the final masterpieces". Jorge Luis Borges named his first encounter with Keats an experience he felt all his life. Keats had a style "heavily loaded with sensualities", notably in the series of odes. Typically of the Romantics, he accentuated extreme emotion through natural imagery. Today his poems and letters remain among the most popular and analysed in English literature – in particular "Ode to a Nightingale", "Ode on a Grecian Urn", "Sleep and Poetry" and the sonnet "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer".

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Books of John Keats

Best Poems of John Keats

Best Poems of John Keats

A collection of best and most famous poems written by the famous English writer John Keats.

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Best Poems of John Keats

Best Poems of John Keats

A collection of best and most famous poems written by the famous English writer John Keats.

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20 Articles

Articles of John Keats

To Homer

17 June 2023
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Standing aloof in giant ignorance,    Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades, As one who sits ashore and longs perchance    To visit dolphin-coral in deep seas. So thou wast blind;—but then the veil w

To Sleep

17 June 2023
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O soft embalmer of the still midnight,       Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,       Enshaded in forgetfulness divine: O soothest Sleep!

Robin Hood

17 June 2023
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TO A FRIEND No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried all Under the down-trodden pall Of the leaves of many years: Many times have winter's shears,

To Fanny

17 June 2023
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I cry your mercy—pity—love! Aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmasked, and being seen—without a blot! O! let me have thee whole,—all—al

Ode to a Nightingale

16 June 2023
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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

Ode on a Grecian Urn

16 June 2023
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Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,        Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express        A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-f

On a Dream

16 June 2023
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As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon’d and slept, So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright So play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’d, so bereft The dragon-world of a

Ode on Indolence

16 June 2023
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One morn before me were three figures seen,     With bowèd necks, and joinèd hands, side-faced; And one behind the other stepp’d serene,     In placid sandals, and in white robes graced;         T

If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd

15 June 2023
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If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,    And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness; Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd,    Sandals more interwo

La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad

15 June 2023
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O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,        Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake,        And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,        So haggard an