John Keats, 1795–1821
Biographical note
Poet, son of the chief servant at an inn in London, who married his master’s daughter, and died a man of some substance. He was sent to a school at Enfield, and having meanwhile become an orphan, was in 1810 apprenticed to a surgeon at Edmonton. In 1815 he went to London to walk the hospitals. He was not, however, at all enthusiastic in his profession, and having become acquainted with Leigh Hunt, Hazlitt, Shelley, and others, he gave himself more and more to literature. His first work — some sonnets — appeared in Hunt’s Examiner, and his first book, Poems, came out in 1817. This book, while containing much that gave little promise of what was to come, was not without touches of beauty and music, but it fell quite flat, finding few readers beyond his immediate circle.
Endymion, begun during a visit to the Isle of Wight, appeared in 1818, and was savagely attacked in Blackwood and the Quarterly Review. These attacks, though naturally giving pain to the poet, were not, as was alleged at the time, the cause of his health breaking down, as he was possessed of considerable confidence in his own powers, and his claim to immortality as a poet. Symptoms of hereditary consumption, however, began to show themselves and, in the hope of restored health, he made a tour in the Lakes and Scotland, from which he returned to London none the better. The death soon after of his brother Thomas, whom he had helped to nurse, told upon his spirits, as did also his unrequited passion for Miss Fanny Brawne.
In 1820 he published Lamia and Other Poems, containing Isabella, Eve of St. Agnes, Hyperion, and the odes to the Nightingale and The Grecian Urn, all of which had been produced within a period of about 18 months. This book was warmly praised in the Edinburgh Review. His health had by this time completely given way, and he was likewise harassed by narrow means and hopeless love. He had, however, the consolation of possessing many warm friends, by some of whom, the Hunts and the Brawnes, he was tenderly nursed. At last in 1821 he set out, accompanied by his friend Severn, on that journey to Italy from which he never returned. After much suffering he died at Rome, and was buried in the Protestant cemetery there.
The character of Keats was much misunderstood until the publication by R.M. Milnes of his Life and Letters, which gives an attractive picture of him. This, together with the accounts of other friends, represent him as “eager, enthusiastic, and sensitive, but humorous, reasonable, and free from vanity, affectionate, a good brother and friend, sweet-tempered, and helpful.” In his political views he was liberal, in his religious, indefinite. Though in his life-time subjected to much harsh and unappreciative criticism, his place among English poets is now assured. His chief characteristics are intense, sensuous imagination, and love of beauty, rich and picturesque descriptive power, and exquisitely melodious versification.
[From A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature by John W. Cousin, 1910]
See also:
- Life of Keats / Margaret Robertson
- Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends / edited by Sidney Colvin
Works
- Poems, 1817
- Dedication. To Leigh Hunt, Esq
- I stood tip-toe upon a little hill
- Specimen of an Induction to a Poem.
- Calidore. A Fragment.
- To Some Ladies.
- On receiving a curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses, from the same
- Hadst thou liv’d in days of old
- To Hope.
- Imitation of Spenser.
- Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain
- Epistles
- Sonnets
- To My Brother George. (sonnet)
- Had I a man’s fair form, then might my sighs
- Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison.
- How many bards gild the lapses of time!
- To a Friend who sent me some Roses.
- To G. A. W. (Georgiana Augusta Wylie)
- O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell
- To My Brothers.
- Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring here and there
- To one who has been long in city pent
- On first looking into Chapman’s Homer.
- On leaving some Friends at an early Hour.
- Addressed to Haydon.
- Addressed to the Same.
- On the Grasshopper and Cricket.
- To Kosciusko.
- Happy is England! I could be content
- Sleep and Poetry
- Endymion [1818]
- Lamia [1820]
- Isabella; or The Pot of Basil
- The Eve of St. Agnes [1819]
- Poems published in 1820
- Hyperion [1820]
- Posthumous and Fugitive Poems
- The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream
- The Eve of Saint Mark
- La Belle Dame Sans Merci [1819]
- Odes
- Fragment of an Ode to Maia, May, 1818
- Ode on Indolence
- To Fanny
- To —— (“What can I do to drive away”)
- Lines supposed to have been addressed to Fanny Brawne
- Songs and Lyrics
- On . . . (“Think not of it, sweet one, so”)
- Lines (“Unfelt, unheard, unseen”)
- Where’s the Poet? Show him! show him
- “Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow”
- On a Lock of Milton’s Hair
- What the Thrush said
- Faery Songs. I. “Shed no tear !”
- Faery Songs. II. “Ah ! woe is me !” . . .
- Daisy’s Song
- Song (“The stranger lighted from his steed”) . .
- “Asleep ! O sleep a little while”
- Where be ye going, you Devon maid
- Meg Merrilies
- Staffa
- A Prophecy. To his brother George in America
- Stanzas (“In drear-nighted December”)
- Song (“Hush, hush ! tread softly !”)
- Song (“I had a dove”)
- Song of Four Fairies
- Epistle to John Hamilton Reynolds
- Sonnets
- “Oh ! how I love”
- “After dark vapours”
- Written on the blank space of a leaf at the end of Chaucer’s tale of The Flowre and the Lefe
- To Haydon
- On seeing the Elgin Marbles for the first time
- On a Picture of Leander
- On the Sea
- On Leigh Hunt’s Poem, The Story of Rimini
- On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
- When I have fears that I may cease to be
- To the Nile
- To Spenser
- To (“Time’s sea”)
- Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. Reynolds . .
- “O that a week could be an age” . . .
- The Human Seasons
- To Homer
- On Visiting the Tomb of Burns
- To Ailsa Rock
- Written upon Ben Nevis
- Written in the Cottage where Burns was born
- Fragment of a sonnet translated from Ronsard (“Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies”)
- To Sleep
- Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell
- On a Dream (“As Hermes once took to his feathers light”)
- On Fame (I)
- On Fame (II)
- “If by dull rhymes our English must be chain’d”
- The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone
- “I cry your mercy — pity — love !” . . .
- Written on a Blank Page in Shakespeare’s Poems, facing A Lover’s Complaint
- For There’s Bishop’s Teign
- Lines rhymed in a letter from Oxford (“The Gothic looks solemn”)
- O blush not so! O blush not so
- There was a naughty boy (Song of Myself)
- Otho the Great. A Tragedy in five Acts
- King Stephen. A Dramatic Fragment
- On Death
- Sonnet : To Byron
- Sonnet : To Chatterton
- Ode to Apollo
- Sonnet : To a Young Lady who sent me a Laurel Crown .
- Hymn to Apollo .
- Sonnet (“As from the darkening gloom”)
- Sonnet: Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition . .
- On Oxford. A Parody
- Modern Love
- Fragment of “The Castle Builder”
- To Mrs Reynolds’s Cat
- A Draught of Sunshine (“Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port”)
- Extracts from an Opera
- Song (“Spirit here that reignest!”)
- “Here all the Summer”
- Over the hill and over the dale
- Acrostic
- Lines written in the Highlands
- Spenserian Stanza
- An Extempore
- Spenserian Stanzas on Charles Armitage Brown
- Character of Charles Brown
- A Party of Lovers
- The Cap and Bells; or, The Jealousies. A Faery Tale
- “Fill for me a brimming bowl”
- Song (“Stay, ruby-breasted Warbler, stay”)
- On Peace
- To Emma
- Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art
- Give Me Women, Wine, and Snuff
- Poems [miscellaneous collection]
Facsimile editions
- The Eve of St. Agnes : a poem by John Keats ; with a preface written for it by Edmund Gosse. Published 1900 by Published at the Fine Arts Building ... by Ralph Fletcher Seymour in Chicago Illinois .
- The Eve of St. Agnes / Illustrated by Edmund H. Garrett. [Boston. Estes & Lauriat, 1885]
- Isabella, and The Eve of St Agnes / with illustrations by R. Anning Bell [Boston: Bartlett, 1908]
- Roses of romance from the poems of John Keats selected and illustrated by Edmund H. Garrett. [Boston. Roberts brothers, 1891]
- Isabella; or, The pot of basil. Illustrated and decorated by W.B. MacDougall (1898)


