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  1. 22 de dez. de 2017 · Many more great poems haven’t made it, but here is our choice of the ten greatest poems by John Keats. 10. “Fancy” (1818) Inspired by the garden at Wentworth Place, this poem makes the list because it affords us a window into Keats’ creative process.

  2. John Keats. 1795–1821. Portrait of John Keats by William Hilton. John Keats was born in London on 31 October 1795, the eldest of Thomas and Frances Jennings Keats’s four children. Although he died at the age of twenty-five, Keats had perhaps the most remarkable career of any English poet.

  3. 20 de mar. de 2017 · In this post, we’ve selected what we think are the top ten best Keats poems. Learn more about Keats’s writing with our pick of the most famous quotations from his work. 1. ‘ Ode to Psyche ’. Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane. In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain,

  4. John Keats - poemas. Poesia traduzida (edição bilíngue), em tradução de Augusto de Campos, Alberto Marsicano e John Milton

  5. Ode to a Nightingale. By John Keats. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains. My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains. One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees.

  6. John Keats was a key English Romantic poet born in London in 1795. Often compared to contemporaries like Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, his works have become timeless classics. Despite facing early criticism and having a limited audience during his lifetime, Keats’ influence has endured.

  7. A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never. Pass into nothingness; but still will keep. A bower quiet for us, and a sleep. Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing. A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth.