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.

by John Keats

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Beautiful and amazing.
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever” This the single line on that a research paper can be conducted
John Keats, my most favourite poet all time and this Poem is my FIRST LOVE after GOD. Saddest is that he died at such a young age because of tuberculosis.Thank you for this poem! Indeed, A Thing of Beauty Is A Joy Forever....Indeed, a greatest joy.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever. That line is everlasting! ! ! Like the scent of a long lost favorite perfume that lingers through all eternity. Great! I couldn't ask for more!
I am in fourth grade. I am doing a report on a poem. which poem should I pick?
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