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John Keats

31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821

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Poem Title	First Lines	Period	# Lines	# Reads
1: A Draught Of Sunshine	Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,		41	1003
2: A Galloway Song	Ah! ken ye what I met the day		43	845
3: A Party Of Lovers	Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes,		23	869
4: A Prophecy : To George Keats In America	Tis the witching hour of night,		54	877
5: A Song About Myself	There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he,		118	946
6: Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats	Give me your patience, sister, while I frame		21	766
7: An Extempore	When they were come into Faery's Court		95	736
8: Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds	Dark eyes are dearer far		16	710
9: Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl!	Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!		7	747
10: Ben Nevis : A Dialogue	Upon my Life Sir Nevis I am pique'd		82	696
11: Calidore: A Fragment	Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake;		162	679
12: Character Of Charles Brown	He is to weet a melancholy carle:		27	719
13: Dawlish Fair	Over the hill and over the dale,		20	659
14: Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq.	Glory and loveliness have pass'd away;		14	682
15: Endymion: Book I	A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:		993	723
16: Endymion: Book II	O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!		1026	611
17: Endymion: Book III	There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men		1041	645
18: Endymion: Book IV	Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!		1010	633
19: Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds	Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed,		113	649
20: Epistle To My Brother George	Full many a dreary hour have I past,	1816	142	628
21: Extracts From An Opera	O! were I one of the Olympian twelve,		76	616
22: Faery Songs	Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!		38	769
23: Fancy	Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home:		94	942
24: Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl	Fill for me a brimming bowl		28	637
25: Fragment Of "The Castle Builder."	To-night I'll have my friar, let me think		48	588
26: Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818	Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!		14	655
27: Fragment: Modern Love	And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up		17	514
28: Fragment: Welcome Joy, And Welcome Sorrow	Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow,		33	482
29: Fragment: Where's The Poet?	Where's the Poet? show him! show him,		15	527
30: Give Me Women, Wine, And Snuff	Give me women, wine, and snuff		6	649
31: Hither, Hither, Love	Hither hither, love 'Tis a shady mead		24	466
32: Hymn To Apollo	God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre,		36	486
33: Hyperion, A Vision : Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem	Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave		503	468
34: Hyperion. Book I	Deep in the shady sadness of a vale		357	482
35: Hyperion. Book II	Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings		391	485
36: Hyperion. Book III	Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace,		136	451
37: I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill	I stood tip-toe upon a little hill,		242	465
38: Imitation Of Spenser	Now Morning from her orient chamber came,		36	456
39: Isabella; or, The Pot Of Basil	Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!		504	909
40: La Belle Dame Sans Merci	Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,		48	513
41: Lamia	Upon a time, before the faery broods		708	908
42: Lines	Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen,		18	487
43: Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair	Chief of organic Numbers! Old Scholar of the Spheres!		41	524
44: Lines On The Mermaid Tavern	Souls of Poets dead and gone,		26	881
45: Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford	The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column		18	476
46: Lines To Fanny	What can I do to drive away		57	548
47: Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country	There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain,		46	460
48: Meg Merrilies	Old Meg she was a gypsy; And liv'd upon the moors:		30	454
49: Ode	Bards of Passion and of Mirth,		40	934
50: Ode On A Grecian Urn	Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,		50	919
51: Ode On Indolence	One morn before me were three figures seen,		60	486
52: Ode On Melancholy	No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist		30	870
53: Ode To A Nightingale	My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains		80	874
54: Ode To A Nightingale	My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains		80	495
55: Ode To Apollo	In thy western halls of gold		47	588
56: Ode To Autumn	Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,		33	479
57: Ode To Fanny	Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood!		56	469
58: Ode To Psyche	O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung		67	840
59: Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The Inn'	Bards of Passion and of Mirth,		40	454
60: On A Dream	As Hermes once took to his feathers light		14	541
61: On Death	Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,		8	541
62: On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing "The Stranger" Played At Inverary	Of late two dainties were before me plac'd		13	492
63: On Receiving A Curious Shell	Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem		44	472
64: On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns	The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun,		14	467
65: Robin Hood	No! those days are gone away,		62	829
66: Sharing Eve's Apple	O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing;		20	718
67: Sleep And Poetry	As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete		412	662
68: Song Of Four Faries	Happy, happy glowing fire!		119	717
69: Song. I Had A Dove	I had a dove, and the sweet dove died;		10	734
70: Song: Hush, Hush! Tread Softly!	Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!		24	718
71: Song: Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works	Spirit here that reignest! Spirit here that painest!		20	684
72: Sonnet I: To My Brother George	Many the wonders I this day have seen:		14	675
73: Sonnet II: To ----	Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs		14	761
74: Sonnet III: Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison	What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state,		14	624
75: Sonnet IV: How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!	How many bards gild the lapses of time!		14	649
76: Sonnet IX: Keen, Fitful Gusts Are	Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there		14	630
77: Sonnet To Byron	Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!		14	614
78: Sonnet To Chatterton	O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!		14	620
79: Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness	Brother belov'd if health shall smile again,		14	614
80: Sonnet To Homer	Standing aloof in giant ignorance,		14	609
81: Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds	O that a week could be an age, and we		14	594
82: Sonnet To Mrs. Reynolds's Cat	Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric,		14	602
83: Sonnet To Sleep	O soft embalmer of the still midnight!		14	496
84: Sonnet To Spenser	Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine,		14	428
85: Sonnet To The Nile	Son of the old Moon-mountains African!		14	469
86: Sonnet V: To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses	As late I rambled in the happy fields,		14	587
87: Sonnet VI: To G. A. W.	Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!		14	438
88: Sonnet VII: To Solitude	O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,		14	479
89: Sonnet VIII: To My Brothers	Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,		14	472
90: Sonnet X: To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent	To one who has been long in city pent,		14	469
91: Sonnet XI: On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer	Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,		14	454
92: Sonnet XII: On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour	Give me a golden pen, and let me lean		14	581
93: Sonnet XIII: Addressed To Haydon	High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,		14	451
94: Sonnet XIV: Addressed To The Same (Haydon)	Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;		14	453
95: Sonnet XV: On The Grasshopper And Cricket	The poetry of earth is never dead:		14	508
96: Sonnet XVI: To Kosciusko	Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone		14	478
97: Sonnet XVII: Happy Is England	Happy is England! I could be content		14	434
98: Sonnet: A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca	As Hermes once took to his feathers light,		14	515
99: Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'd Our Plains	After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains		14	824
100: Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove	As from the darkening gloom a silver dove		14	723
101: Sonnet: If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd	If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,		14	573
102: Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer's Eve	Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve,		14	762
103: Sonnet: On A Picture Of Leander.	Come hither all sweet Maidens soberly		14	481
104: Sonnet: On Leigh Hunt's Poem 'The Story of Rimini.'	Who loves to peer up at the morning sun,		14	468
105: Sonnet: On The Sea	It keeps eternal whisperings around		14	517
106: Sonnet: The Day Is Gone	The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!		14	478
107: Sonnet: The Human Seasons	Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;		14	466
108: Sonnet: To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall	Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,		14	449
109: Sonnet: To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown	Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear		14	576
110: Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be	When I have fears that I may cease to be		14	493
111: Sonnet: Why Did I Laugh Tonight?	Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell		14	491
112: Sonnet: Written Before Re-Read King Lear	O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!		14	466
113: Sonnet: Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds	Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven, the domain		14	425
114: Sonnet: Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition	The church bells toll a melancholy round,		14	556
115: Sonnet: Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint'	Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art		14	514
116: Sonnet: Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure And The Lefe'	This pleasant tale is like a little copse:		14	500
117: Sonnet: Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis	Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud		14	480
118: Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem	Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry;		68	427
119: Spenserian Stanza: Written At The Close Of Canto II, Book V, Of "The Faerie Queene"	In after-time, a sage of mickle lore		9	478
120: Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown	He is to weet a melancholy carle:		27	457
121: Staffa	Not Aladdin magian Ever such a work began;		51	438
122: Stanzas To Miss Wylie	O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown,		20	473
123: Stanzas: In A Drear-Nighted December	In drear-nighted December,		24	452
124: Teignmouth: "Some Doggerel," Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon	Here all the summer could I stay,		43	464
125: The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale - Unfinished.	In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool,		881	444
126: The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon	Where be ye going, you Devon maid?		16	1594
127: The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment	Upon a Sabbath-day it fell;		119	1766
128: The Eve Of St. Agnes	St. Agnes’ Eve Ah, bitter chill it was!		336	870
129: The Gadfly	All gentle folks who owe a grudge		56	1656
130: The Pot Of Basil; or, Isabella	Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!		504	873
131: This Living Hand	This living hand, now warm and capable		8	1829
132: To ----	Hadst thou liv'd in days of old,		68	1097
133: To -----	Think not of it, sweet one, so;		20	1756
134: To Ailsa Rock	Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid!		14	1102
135: To Autumn	Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,		33	816
136: To Charles Cowden Clarke	Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning,		132	1072
137: To Fanny	I cry your mercy, pity, love! aye, love!		14	1061
138: To George Felton Mathew	Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,	1815	93	1081
139: To Hope	When by my solitary hearth I sit,	1815	48	937
140: To Some Ladies	What though while the wonders of nature exploring,		28	899
141: Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard	Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies		12	948
142: Two Or Three	Two or three Posies With two or three simples,		27	912
143: Two Sonnets On Fame	Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy		28	923
144: Two Sonnets: To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles	Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak		28	908
145: What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds	O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind,		14	922
146: Woman! When I Behold Thee Flippant, Vain	Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain,		42	940
147: Written In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born	This mortal body of a thousand days		14	851

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John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) was one of the principal poets of the English Romantic movement. During his short life, his work received constant critical attacks from the periodicals of the day, but his posthumous influence on poets such as Alfred Tennyson has been immense. Elaborate word choice and sensual imagery characterize Keats's poetry, including a series of odes that were his masterpieces and which remain among the most popular poems in English literature. Keats's letters, which expound on his aethestic theory of "negative capability", are among the most celebrated by any writer.

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