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Monday, December 13, 2010
A Thing of Beauty
A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness increases,it will never
Pass into nothing ness; but 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 wearing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of dependence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall.
From our dark sprits. Such the sun,the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodills
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;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
-JOHN KEATS.
Its loveliness increases,it will never
Pass into nothing ness; but 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 wearing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of dependence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall.
From our dark sprits. Such the sun,the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodills
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;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
-JOHN KEATS.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
hey Bloggers a new member added in your blogger world
hi , i am twity teen . i started using blog today. it is fun to be here.
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