John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion) - Poem by John Keats

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.


Comments about A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion) by John Keats

  • Sakalabaktula Sairaj (12/11/2017 4:04:00 AM)


    so nice one it is i read keep it like this (Report) Reply

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  • (12/10/2017 8:39:00 AM)


    The poems of the great poet ever welcome by the world and this is one among the best poem of the respected one. (Report) Reply

  • Kshirod Kumar Dehury (12/1/2017 3:27:00 AM)


    nice poem, such beauty and loveliness in this words.thanks for sharing this beautiful poem.10+++++ (Report) Reply

  • (11/23/2017 5:46:00 AM)


    Beauty&loveliness in this words.i like it.thanks for sharing.10+++ (Report) Reply

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  • Robert Murray Smith (10/31/2017 5:35:00 PM)


    A thing of beauty is an ephemerality. Keats was not aware of this. (Report) Reply

  • (10/31/2017 12:28:00 PM)


    An exceptional piece. The poem superbly captures Nature's beauty and its power. (Report) Reply

  • Muzahidul Reza (10/31/2017 12:10:00 PM)


    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.

    A beutiful and wisely written poem, I like and love it
    (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (10/31/2017 7:03:00 AM)


    The more I read this poem the more I like it. A favourite and well known poem from school days it gives immense pleasure to read.
    'Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
    A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
    Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth ' is very meaningful lines. Loved it.
    (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (10/31/2017 6:36:00 AM)


    A dream place of Nature usually can be seen in dreams this thing of beauty is indeed a joy for ever not because John Keats has created in his poetry but it is the vision possible by the humanity! (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/31/2017 5:36:00 AM)


    Such a heartwarming poem by John Keats... (Report) Reply

  • (10/31/2017 5:26:00 AM)


    This is a timeless piece, the more I read the more I hunger for this beautiful piece.........Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Sakalabaktula Sairaj (10/31/2017 5:24:00 AM)


    so nice and good poem i read it it is so nice (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/31/2017 3:37:00 AM)


    This is a beautiful poem on beauty having stunning expression. This poem has special attraction to readers. The beginning line is taken often as quotation. We have read this poem when we were reading in High School. 'A thing of beauty is a joy for ever' is adored by all. This poem has beauty and it will remain in readers' hearts for ever. (Report) Reply

  • D Priyanka Singh (9/22/2017 1:05:00 PM)


    From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
    Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
    For simple sheep; and such are daffodils

    Nice poem. Thanks.
    (Report) Reply

  • Anita Aparajita Das (9/4/2017 8:29:00 AM)


    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
    Nice poem.10
    (Report) Reply

  • Suresh Raavi (8/30/2017 9:24:00 AM)


    The best poem that i ever read (Report) Reply

  • (8/22/2017 4:27:00 AM)


    Its a beautiful piece (Report) Reply

  • Bill Cantrell (8/21/2017 8:28:00 PM)


    I am amazed, what great poetry from the past, an endless fountain! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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