John Keats

Portrait of John Keats
John Keats 1795–1821
1795Born

John Keats was born on 31 October 1795 (probably), first child of Thomas Keats and Frances Jennings Keats, who had apparently eloped. Everything was pretty ordinary for all concerned for a while--the Keatses had three more sons (George and Thomas, plus Edward who died as a baby) and one daughter, Frances, by 1803. That was also the year when John went away to school at Enfield. In 1804, John's father was killed in a fall from a horse. Just over two months later, for mysterious reasons, Frances remarried, to a London bank clerk named William Rawlings. Frances quickly decided she'd made some sort of terrible error and left, taking nothing with her since the laws of the time decreed that all her property and even her children belonged to her husband. Frances' mother, Alice, swept in and took custody of the children, but she could do nothing about the Swan and Hoop, which Rawlings sold immediately before disappearing. It was around this time that John became prone to fistfights, which he rarely lost even though he was small for his age.

Frances reappeared suddenly in 1809, ill and depressed from many years of depending on the kindness of strangers. John was overjoyed to see her and took care of her devotedly, but it was soon obvious that she had consumption. She died in 1810, a year or so after her brother died of the same disease. John was crushed, and turned from fighting to studying. A year later, one of his financial guardians, a man named Abbey, sat him down and asked John what he'd like to do for a living. John had already considered the question, and replied that he'd like to be a surgeon. So he was duly apprenticed to a surgeon named Hammond who lived in the neighborhood.

It was in 1813 that John first started reading lyric poetry, most notably works by Sir Edmund Spenser like "The Faerie Queen." It was also around this time that John began to really rebel against Hammond. The following year, Grandmother Jennings died, and the family was split up, it being improper at that time for younger sisters to live with older brothers without a parental type around. Frances was sent to live with the kids' other financial guardian and the two boys went to work. John just kept to himself and wrote really sad poems. These poems still weren't very good, and he kept right on with learning to be a surgeon (in fact, he was doing so well, he'd jumped ahead of the curriculum) but over the next couple of years, poetry gradually became the overriding ambition of his life and medicine was left in the dust.

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One of John's sonnets, called "To Solitude, " was printed in 1816, in the liberal newspaper, The Examiner. This sonnet was good, but it wasn't until a little later in the year that he wrote "On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer," which proved that he was the man to watch. His first volume of poetry appeared on 3 March 1817, and it didn't sell very well at all. John was depressed, but kept writing. Shelley had challenged him to an epic poetry writing contest over the summer, and for that contest, John wrote Endymion, though he didn't finish it within the time limit, so I guess Shelley won. But John was the sought-after young poet in London, and he lived in a whirl of parties and dances, even though he didn't much like crowds.

In June of 1818, John apparently became convinced that he would have only three more years to live. He'd already written many of his most famous poems, but he was still convinced that he hadn't yet done enough to leave his mark on the literary world. His brother George had announced plans to emigrate to Illinois with his new wife, and his brother Tom had just started showing signs of consumption and needed John to look after him. And to top it all off, John had just fallen madly in love with a young woman named Frances Brawne. All of this overwhelmed and depressed him. He tried to lose himself in his latest poem, Hyperion, but that's hard to do when you're spending most of your time in a sickroom.

Tom died in December of 1818. Though John should have received £500 from Tom's estate, Abbey (the guardian) decreed that he couldn't have it until his sister Frances turned 21. It wasn't until a year or so after John's death that anyone realized that Abbey had misappropriated nearly £1000 from Alice Jennings' estate. To make matters worse, brother George had gone broke and was begging John to send him whatever he could scavenge from the family funds. Desparate, John convinced his publishers to issue another volume of his poetry, but this was not a stunning success. Dead broke, he still allowed George to have the remnants of the family estate. John was rapidly becoming dependant on the help of his friends, people like Leigh Hunt (who'd gotten married and settled down some) and Charles Brown. John was also developing consumption, coughing up blood in February of 1820.

It was around this time that, without consulting John, Charles began arrangements for sending John to Italy. John didn't want to be so far away from his ladylove, but he felt incapable of arguing. He left in September of1820, accompanied by Joseph Severn, an up and coming portrait artist. Once in Rome, the two men moved into lodgings across the piazza from an English doctor named Clark. John was not allowed to write poetry and only given the dullest books to read, as emotional excitement was considered very bad for consumptive patients. John was definitely in a state; he stopped opening letters, even from his beloved Frances, after a month or so. In December, he tried to commit suicide by taking laudanum, but Severn stopped him. Later, delirious from the disease and the starvation diet Clark prescribed, John would rant at Severn for stopping him and even went so far as to accuse his friends of having poisoned him back in London.

On 23 February 1821, John died. Frances, upon hearing the news, seemed all right for a few weeks, then fell ill, and after recovering began wearing widows' weeds. John had requested that his tomstone read only "Here lies one whose name was writ in water." Charles Brown, feeling that was too brusque, had this carved on the stone instead: "This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a YOUNG ENGLISH POET Who on his Death Bed, in the Malicious Power of his Enemies, Desired these Words to be engraven on his Tomb Stone 'Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water'".

Source: Ward, Eileen. John Keats: The Making of a Poet. New York: Viking Press, 1963.

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What readers say about John Keats

  1. On To Autumn

    “While this poem does have beautiful tactile imagery of the bounty of Autumn, Keats does recognize that Autumn is the beginning of the end. When Autumn is over the full-grown lambs will be slaughtered and winter or death will come over the land. This is demonstated by the inactiviy in the second…”

  2. On Isabella or The Pot of Basil

    “I absolutely love this poem - to me, it shows the fantastic extremes of Keats' art - the innocent yet passionate longing of Isabella and Lorenzo, contrasted with her brothers' capitalist greediness and cruelty. We see Keats' ever-present transcience in Lorenzo's death, and Isabella's transformation…”

  3. On Stanzas

    “This version is the 19th-century one, probably an editor's invention (though it could be a variant tried by Keats). See "In drear-nighted December" on this site for a version now more generally accepted as Keats's own. The important change is in line 21: "The feel of not to feel it" rather than "To…”

  4. On To The Nile

    “Sir John Keats has urged to think beauty of the Nile river which is flowing through Africa, Cairo and Decan. Black people had toiled fertile the land. Their attempt area win attraction of the world nation. Today these great nation no more. They were rest for a space. Today have no see these great…”

  5. On When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be

    “The wholeethos of Keats is is love of beauty and sorrow at beauty passing: "Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose..." In this sonnet he expresses concisely, and with a beauty of language which is so typical of all his work, his fears that he will achieve all he wishes. The will not have time to…”

  6. On On The Sea

    “I quite like this poem. It seems to be referring to Keats' libido. Mysterious, powerful, gentle when pleasured. The "Oh Ye!" is a clear reference to climax. The Cavern - likely the cavern of his lover's vagina, that or the deep sexual thoughts that he has which are cavernous, mysterious and should…”

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  1. To The Nile16 comments
  2. This Living Hand10 comments
  3. To Autumn10 comments
  4. When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be9 comments
  5. On The Grasshopper And Cricket6 comments
  6. On The Sea5 comments
  7. Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell5 comments
  8. A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)4 comments
  9. La Belle Dame Sans Merci4 comments
  10. Ode To Autumn4 comments

All 82 poems

Poems · 1817 · 3 poems
Other poems · 79
  1. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca
  2. A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)4
  3. Addressed To Haydon
  4. Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds
  5. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, written on the Blank Page before Beaumont and Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid of the Inn'
  6. Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art2
  7. Endymion: Book I
  8. Endymion: Book II
  9. Endymion: Book III
  10. Endymion: Book IV
  11. Epistle To My Brother George
  12. Fancy
  13. Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl
  14. Fragment of an Ode to Maia
  15. Give Me Women, Wine, and Snuff1
  16. Happy Is England! I Could Be Content2
  17. His Last Sonnet
  18. Hither, Hither, Love
  19. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!
  20. Hymn To Apollo
  21. Hyperion
  22. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd
  23. Isabella or The Pot of Basil2
  24. Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp'ring Here and There
  25. La Belle Dame Sans Merci4
  26. Last Sonnet
  27. Lines
  28. Lines from Endymion
  29. Lines On The Mermaid Tavern
  30. Meg Merrilies2
  31. O Blush Not So!
  32. O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell
  33. Ode On A Grecian Urn2
  34. Ode On Indolence
  35. Ode On Melancholy1
  36. Ode To A Nightingale1
  37. Ode To Autumn4
  38. Ode to Fanny
  39. Ode To Psyche2
  40. On Fame1
  41. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer3
  42. On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour1
  43. On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time
  44. On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again2
  45. On The Sea5
  46. Robin Hood2
  47. Song of the Indian Maid, from 'Endymion'
  48. Stanzas1
  49. The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone1
  50. The Eve Of St. Agnes1
  51. The Human Seasons2
  52. Think Of It Not, Sweet One
  53. This Living Hand10
  54. To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses
  55. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown
  56. To Ailsa Rock
  57. To Autumn10
  58. To Byron
  59. To Fanny
  60. To G.A.W.
  61. To Haydon
  62. To Homer
  63. To Hope3
  64. To John Hamilton Reynolds
  65. To Mrs Reynolds' Cat
  66. To My Brother George
  67. To My Brothers
  68. To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent
  69. To Sleep1
  70. To The Nile16
  71. To—
  72. When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be9
  73. Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid?
  74. Where's the Poet?
  75. Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell5
  76. Written Before Re-Reading King Lear
  77. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of The Flowre And The Lefe
  78. Written On A Summer Evening
  79. Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison1