Treasure Island

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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Ruth Walters (3/20/2014 4:52:00 PM)

    Beauty is transitional, fading in and out as the years roll on....it cannot be forever as we are not forever yet each stage of life has a beauty all its own...... Of course this is but a poem and subject to poetic licence as Keats walks us through that misty glade, shielding us from stark reality....... Nothing lasts forever...... (Report) Reply

  • Jennye Merrell (9/3/2013 10:03:00 AM)

    One of my fav poems. I'm pretty sure there should be All the lovely tales we have heard or read after the mighty dead line, though... (Report) Reply

  • Joeline Rayment (5/7/2013 12:38:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Readers Captor (2/9/2013 7:02:00 AM)

    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..... (Report) Reply

  • Readers Captor (2/9/2013 6:58:00 AM)

    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..... (Report) Reply

  • Readers Captor (2/9/2013 6:56:00 AM)

    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..... (Report) Reply

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