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A Thing of Beauty (Endymion) by John Keats

By John Keats

Topics: love-shayari, deep-lines, nature-poetry

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

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"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:..."

"A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)" by John Keats is a love and deep and nature and inspirational english poem consisting of 23 lines. This English poem by John Keats demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never...", this piece explores themes of love and deep and nature and inspirational through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. John Keats's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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John Keats (1795–1821) was an English Romantic poet whose odes—"Ode to a Nightingale," "Ode on a Grecian Urn," "To Autumn"—are among the most celebrated in the language. Despite dying of tuberculosis at 25, he produced work of extraordinary sensory richness and philosophical depth.

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