Along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, John Keats is considered one of the most important figures in the second generation of English Romantic poets. Born on Halloween in 1795, John Keats lived a very short life, dying at the age of twenty-five from tuberculosis. In 1814 John Keats began an apprenticeship with Thomas Hammond, a surgeon and apothecary and by 1816 had achieved his apothecary's license, which allowed him to practice medicine. However Keats passion lied elsewhere and by the end of 1816 he was resolved to be a poet and not a surgeon. Despite his short life, Keats produced an immense volume of poetry; however the esteem of his reputation rests primarily on the quality of his Odes, which are marked by their use of sensual imagery. Keats was not well-received during his lifetime and sensing his imminent death viewed himself as a failure as is evidenced by the following statement written in an 1820 letter to Fanny Brawne: "I have left no immortal work behind me-nothing to make my friends proud of my memory-but I have lov'd the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remember'd." History of course has remembered Keats differently, as one of the truly great poetic talents of all-time. This edition includes his complete poetical works and includes an introduction by Britain's poet laureate Robert Bridges.
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- The Poems
- Imitation of Spenser
- On Peace
- 'Fill for me a brimming bowl'
- To Lord Byron
- 'As from the darkening gloom a silver dove'
- 'Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream'
- To Chatterton
- Written on the Day that Mr Leigh Hunt left Prison
- To Hope
- Ode to Apollo
- Lines Written on 29 May
- The Anniversary of the Restoration of Charles the 2nd
- To Some Ladies
- On Receiving a Curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses, from the Same Ladies
- To Emma
- 'Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain'
- 'O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell'
- To George Felton Mathew
- To [Mary Frogley]
- To -
- 'Give me Women, Wine, and Snuff'
- Specimen of an Induction to a Poem
- Calidore. A Fragment
- 'To one who has been long in city pent'
- 'O! how I love, on a fair summer's eve'
- To a Friend who Sent me some Roses
- To my Brother George
- To my Brother George
- To Charles Cowden Clarke
- 'How many bards gild the lapses of time!'
- On First Looking into Chapman's Homer
- To a Young Lady who sent me a Laurel Crown
- On Leaving some Friends at an Early Hour
- 'Keen, fitful gusts are whispering here and there'
- Addressed to Haydon
- To my Brothers
- Addressed to [Haydon]
- 'I stood tip-toe upon a little hill'
- Sleep and Poetry
- Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition
- On the Grasshopper and Cricket
- To Kosciusko
- To G[eorgiana] A[ugusta] W[ylie]
- 'Happy is England! I could be content'
- 'After dark vapours have oppressed our plains'
- To Leigh Hunt, Esq.
- Written on a Blank Space at the End of Chaucer's Tale of The Floure and the Leafe
- On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt
- To the Ladies who Saw Me Crowned
- Ode to Apollo
- On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
- To B. R. Haydon, with a Sonnet Written on Seeing the Elgin Marbles
- On The Story of Rimini
- On a Leander Gem which Miss Reynolds, my Kind Friend, Gave Me
- On the Sea
- 'Hither, hither, love'
- Lines Rhymed in a Letter Received (by J. H. Reynolds) From Oxford
- 'Think not of it, sweet one, so-'
- Endymion: A Poetic Romance
- 'In drear nighted December'
- Nebuchadnezzar's Dream
- Apollo to the Graces
- To Mrs Reynolds's Cat
- On seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair. Ode
- On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
- When I have Fears that I may cease to be
- 'O blush not so! O blush not so!'
- 'Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port'
- 'God of the meridian'
- Robin Hood
- Lines on the Mermaid Tavern
- To the Nile
- 'Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine'
- 'Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven, the domain'
- 'O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind'
- Sonnet to A[ubrey] G[eorge] S[pencer]
- Extracts from an Opera
- The Human Seasons
- 'For there's Bishop's Teign'
- 'Where be ye going, you Devon maid'?
- 'Over the hill and over the dale'
- To J. H. Reynolds, Esq.
- To J[ames] R[ice]
- or, The Pot of Basil
- To Homer
- Ode to May. Fragment
- 'Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes'
- On Visiting the Tomb of Burns
- 'Old Meg she was a gipsy'
- A Song about Myself
- 'Ah! ken ye what I met the day'
- To Ailsa Rock
- 'This mortal body of a thousand days'
- 'All gentle folks who owe a grudge'
- 'Of late two dainties were before me placed'
- Lines Written in the Highlands after a Visit to Burns's Country
- On Visiting Staffa
- 'Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud'
- 'Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqued'
- Stanzas on some Skulls in Beauly Abbey, near Inverness
- Translated from Ronsard
- ''Tis "the witching time of night"'
- 'Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow'
- 'Where's the Poet? Show him, show him'
- Fragment of the 'Castle Builder'
- 'And what is love? It is a doll dressed up'
- Hyperion. A Fragment
- The Eve of St Agnes
- The Eve of St Mark
- 'Gifye wol stonden hardie wight'
- 'Why did I laugh tonight .'
- Faery Bird's Song
- Faery Song
- 'When they were come unto the Faery's Court'
- 'The House of Mourning written by Mr Scott'
- Character of Charles Brown
- A Dream, after reading Dante's Episode of Paolo and Francesca
- La Belle Dame sans Merci. A Ballad
- Song of Four Faeries
- To Sleep
- 'If by dull rhymes our English must be chained'
- Ode to Psyche
- On Fame (I)
- On Fame (II)
- 'Two or three posies'
- Ode on a Grecian Urn
- Ode to a Nightingale
- Ode on Melancholy
- Ode on Indolence
- Otho the Great. A Tragedy in Five Acts
- 'Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes'
- To Autumn
- The Fall of Hyperion. A Dream
- 'The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!'
- What can I do to drive away
- 'I cry your mercy, pity, love-ay, love!'
- 'Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art'
- King Stephen. A Fragment of a Tragedy
- 'This living hand, now warm and capable'
- The Cap and Bells
- or, The Jealousies
- To Fanny
- 'In after-time, a sage of mickle lore'
- Three Undated Fragments
- Doubtful Attributions
- 'See, the ship in the bay is riding'
- The Poet