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John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)
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A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness 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
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
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A lovely flowing read. Hinting at the negative that we are using Beauty to dispell the power off. Not my personal taste so much, i prefer poems of passionate strenth of emotion and struggle/strife, but This is a poem to which a person might drift to sleep and hope for sweet dreams.
I am really enjoying his feeling in all his verses where he still lives, it is a gift to every creators to live until their creation's lives.....Forever.....
I am really enjoying his feeling in all his verses where he still lives, it is a gift to every creators to live until their creation's lives.....Forever.....
I am really enjoying his feeling in all his verses where he still lives, it is a gift to every creators to live until their creation's lives.....Forever.....
marvelous and inspiring
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm awesome
I LIKE IT
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i love this
He has been one of my best. And he will always be' this is why i wrote him a poem tittled ' ode to keat'