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John Keats
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THE weltering London ways where children weep
And girls whom none call maidens laugh,—strange road
Miring his outward steps, who inly trode
The...
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John Keats
George Gordon Lord Byron
Who killed John...
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John Keats
Stella Marie Thompson
Constitutional crisis
Meeting with All
John Keats Winchester
Season of mists and mellow...
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At A House In Hampstead Sometime The Dwelling Of John Keats
Thomas Hardy
O poet, come you haunting here
Where streets have stolen up all around,
And never a nightingale pours one
Full-throated...
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On Receiving a Crown of Ivy from John Keats
James Henry Leigh Hunt
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind,
Thus to be topped with leaves;--to have a sense
Of honour-shaded thought,--an influence
As from great nature's...
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To John Keats
Amy Lowell
Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man!
Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung
From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung
In...
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To John Keats
James Henry Leigh Hunt
'Tis well you think me truly one of those,
Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things;
For surely as I feel the bird that sings
Behind the leaves,...
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To John Keats - Haiku
Sumit Datta
In life's every twist
And turn, our heart must yearn for
A Grecian...
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What Kisses Had John Keats?
Robert William Service
I scanned two lines with some surmise
As over Keats I chanced to pore:
'And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
  With kisses...
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Writ In Water ' John Keats 1795 - 1821
Ian Sawicki
Poetry, the gods dance
above shivers of wind.

Remembered with grace,
pain wracking words,
coughs of mortality
scrape the lungs...
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John Keats in Hampstead
subramanian shanmuga sundaram
John Keats in Hampstead

It was Christmas Eve
with mounds of snow on grayish lanes
and red roofs of dull Hampstead
hanging still and unmoved...
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