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John Keats
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(1795-1821)
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John Keats was born on October 31, 1775 in London.
His parents were Frances Jennings and Thomas Keats.
John Keats was educated at Enfield School, which was known
for its liberal education. While at Enfield, Keats was
encouraged by Charles Cowden Clarke in his reading and
writing. After the death of his parents when he was
fourteen, Keats became apprenticed to a surgeon. In 1815
he became a student at Guy's Hospital. However, after
qualifying to become an apothecary-surgeon, Keats gave up
the practice of Medicine to become a poet. Keats had begun
writing as early as 1814 and his first volume of poetry
was published in 1817.
In 1818 Keats took a long walking tour in the British Isles
that led to a prolonged sore throat, which was to become a
first symptom of the disease that killed his mother and
brother, tuberculosis. After he concluded his walking tour,
Keats settled in Hampstead. Here he and Fanny Brawne met
and fell in love. However, they were never able to marry
because of his health and financial situation. Between the
Fall of 1818 and 1820 Keats produces some of his best known
works, such as La Belle Dame sans Merci and Lamia. After
1820 Keats' illness became so severe that he had to leave
England for the warmer climate of Italy. In 1821 he died
of tuberculosis in Rome. He is buried there in the
Protestant cemetery.
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Bright Star
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
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Endymion (excerpts)
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
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Fancy
Ever let the Fancy roam,
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Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl
Fill for me a brimming bowl
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Give me women, wine, and snuff
Give me women, wine, and snuff
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Happy is England
Happy is England! I could be content
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Hither, Hither, Love
Hither, hither, love---
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Hymn To Apollo
God of the golden bow,
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Hyperion
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
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If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
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In Drear-Nighted December
In drear-nighted December,
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Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp'ring Here and There
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
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La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
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Lines
Unfelt unheard, unseen
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Lines on The Mermaid Tavern
Souls of Poets dead and gone,
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Meg Merrilies
Old Meg she was a gipsy;
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O Blush Not So!
O blush not so! O blush not so!
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Ode
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
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Ode On A Grecian Urn
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
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Ode On Indolence
One morn before me were three figures seen,
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Ode on Melancholy
No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
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Ode To A Nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
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Ode To Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
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Ode To Fanny
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood!
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Ode To Psyche
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
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On Fame
Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
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On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
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On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!
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On the Grasshopper and Cricket
The poetry of earth is never dead:
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Robin Hood
No! those days are gone away,
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Sonnet: On the Sonnet
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
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The Eve Of St. Agnes
St. Agnes' Eve---Ah, bitter chill it was!
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The Human Seasons
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
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Think Not of it, Sweet One
Think not of it, sweet one, so;---
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To Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
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To Byron
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!
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To Homer
Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
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To Hope
When by my solitary hearth I sit,
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To Mrs. Reynolds's Cat
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric,
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To My Brothers
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
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To one who has been long in city pent
To one who has been long in city pent,
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To Sleep
O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!
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To Solitude
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
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When I Have Fears
When I have fears that I may cease to be
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Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid?
Where be ye going, you Devon maid?
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Where's the Poet?
Where's the Poet? show him! show him,
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