POEMS BY JOHN KEATS
A Thing of Beauty
(Endymion)
A thing of beauty is a joy forever ...
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight ...
Ode to a Grecian Urn
Thou still unravished bride of quietness ...
Ode to a Nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense ....
The Eve of St. Agnes -
Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ...
When I Have Fears That I May
Cease To Be 
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain
RESOURCES
Wikipedia:
John Keats (10/31/1795 – 2/23/1821) 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 aesthetic theory of "negative capability," are among the most celebrated by any writer.
Enjoying
"La Belle Dame Sans Merci": The real John Keats is far more interesting than the languid aesthete of popular myth. Keats was born in 1795, the son of a stable attendant. As a young teen, he was extroverted, scrappy, and liked
fist fighting. In 1810 he became an apprentice to an apothecary-surgeon, and in 1815 he went to medical school at Guy's Hospital in London. In 1816, although he could have been licensed to prepare and sell medicines, he chose to devote his life entirely to writing poetry.
