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John Keats

(1795-1821)

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.

  • Bright Star
       Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
  • Endymion (excerpts)
        A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
  • Fancy
        Ever let the Fancy roam,
  • Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl
       Fill for me a brimming bowl
  • Give me women, wine, and snuff
       Give me women, wine, and snuff
  • Happy is England
       Happy is England! I could be content
  • Hither, Hither, Love
       Hither, hither, love---
  • Hymn To Apollo
       God of the golden bow,
  • Hyperion
        Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
  • If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd
       If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
  • In Drear-Nighted December
       In drear-nighted December,
  • Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp'ring Here and There
       Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
  • La Belle Dame Sans Merci
       Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
  • Lines
       Unfelt unheard, unseen
  • Lines on The Mermaid Tavern
        Souls of Poets dead and gone,
  • Meg Merrilies
       Old Meg she was a gipsy;
  • O Blush Not So!
       O blush not so! O blush not so!
  • Ode
       Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
  • Ode On A Grecian Urn
       Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
  • Ode On Indolence
       One morn before me were three figures seen,
  • Ode on Melancholy
       No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
  • Ode To A Nightingale
       My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
  • Ode To Autumn
       Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
  • Ode To Fanny
       Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood!
  • Ode To Psyche
        O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
  • On Fame
       Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
  • On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer
       Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
  • On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
        O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!
  • On the Grasshopper and Cricket
       The poetry of earth is never dead:
  • Robin Hood
        No! those days are gone away,
  • Sonnet: On the Sonnet
       If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
  • The Eve Of St. Agnes
        St. Agnes' Eve---Ah, bitter chill it was!
  • The Human Seasons
        Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
  • Think Not of it, Sweet One
       Think not of it, sweet one, so;---
  • To Autumn
       Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
  • To Byron
       Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!
  • To Homer
        Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
  • To Hope
       When by my solitary hearth I sit,
  • To Mrs. Reynolds's Cat
       Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric,
  • To My Brothers
       Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
  • To one who has been long in city pent
       To one who has been long in city pent,
  • To Sleep
       O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!
  • To Solitude
       O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
  • When I Have Fears
        When I have fears that I may cease to be
  • Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid?
       Where be ye going, you Devon maid?
  • Where's the Poet?
       Where's the Poet? show him! show him,