If you're a fan of British Romanticism, or even if you're just curious about the experience of an English gentleman in the Rome that preceeded the unification of Italy, I highly encourage your visit.
He would get to Rome on November, where he'd take residence in this house now turned into a museum, where he'd die of tubercolosis on the February of 1821, in the arms of his dear friend Joseph.
Keats didn't write anything during his stay in Rome, as the sickness was already getting a toll on his body, so we are informed about the daily life of the two Englishmen only thanks to the packed correspondence of Stevern, who wrote frequent reports on the decourse of Keats' sickness and his daily life to his wife Fanny Brawne and his sister, Fanny Brown.
The museum was founded in 1909 by Robert Underwood Johnson, Rennel Rodd and Harry Nelson Gay, who enstablished the Keats-Shelley Memorial Association to preserve the memory and contribution to the city of these artists.
Percy Bisshe Shelley and Lord Byron never visited the house of Keats, but of course they shared an intense friendship and admiration for each other.
The founders of the museum decided to dedicate it to their memory too, hosting a collection of works and relics to remind the love that these personalities had for Italy and the city of Rome.
Keats and Stevern shared the house with the landlady, Anna Angeletti.
The woman lived on the other side of the arc that is now part of the hall dedicated to the popularity of Keats and Shelley and the library.
The next room that we access is the living room, that Stevern used as his bedroom.
Here are preserved the portraits and paintings that he dedicated to his friend and his family.
The room of Keats was completely destroyed and every bit of it burned down, according the the laws of the time on the matter of tubercolosis.
What we see now is a reconstruction, compiled with furnitures dating the same period of Keats' stay.
During our visit the kitchen ("The Terrace Room"), now turned into a room dedicated to the life of Shelley and Byron and connected to a cute terrace opening on the Spanish Steps, was hosting an exhibition dedicated to the correspondence of English poet Robert Browning with the American sculptor William Story (in case this name sounds familiar: he's the author of the "Angel of Desperation" of the Acatholic Cemetery).
Through the letters one could get the idea of the Rome of the period and the whereabouts of Browning and his wife... Very interesting!
Though, we were really looking forward to the view from the terrace-- Here's a shot taken from the window that faced the entrance to the Hall out of stubborness: