{"id":911,"date":"2011-06-11T21:02:10","date_gmt":"2011-06-11T21:02:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/?p=911"},"modified":"2011-06-11T21:03:56","modified_gmt":"2011-06-11T21:03:56","slug":"john-keats-a-thing-of-beauty-is-a-joy-for-ever","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/2011\/06\/john-keats-a-thing-of-beauty-is-a-joy-for-ever\/","title":{"rendered":"John Keats — A thing of beauty is a joy for ever"},"content":{"rendered":"

I get daily poems from Poets.org <\/a><\/strong>and today\u2019s seemed to be right for a Slice of Solace.\u00a0\u00a0 The poem is from\u00a0The Complete Poems of John Keats<\/em><\/strong>, published by the Modern Library.<\/p>\n

from Endymion<\/em>, Book I, [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]<\/p>\n

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by John Keats<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:<\/p>\n

Its loveliness increases; it will never<\/p>\n

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep<\/p>\n

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep<\/p>\n

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.<\/p>\n

Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing<\/p>\n

A flowery band to bind us to the earth,<\/p>\n

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth<\/p>\n

Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,<\/p>\n

Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways<\/p>\n

Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,<\/p>\n

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall<\/p>\n

From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,<\/p>\n

Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon<\/p>\n

For simple sheep; and such are daffodils<\/p>\n

With the green world they live in; and clear rills<\/p>\n

That for themselves a cooling covert make<\/p>\n

‘Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,<\/p>\n

Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:<\/p>\n

And such too is the grandeur of the dooms<\/p>\n

We have imagined for the mighty dead;<\/p>\n

All lovely tales that we have heard or read:<\/p>\n

An endless fountain of immortal drink,<\/p>\n

Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nor do we merely feel these essences<\/p>\n

For one short hour; no, even as the trees<\/p>\n

That whisper round a temple become soon<\/p>\n

Dear as the temple’s self, so does the moon,<\/p>\n

The passion poesy, glories infinite,<\/p>\n

Haunt us till they become a cheering light<\/p>\n

Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,<\/p>\n

That, whether there be shine, or gloom o’ercast,<\/p>\n

They alway must be with us, or we die.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I get daily poems from Poets.org and today\u2019s seemed to be right for a Slice of Solace.\u00a0\u00a0 The poem is from\u00a0The Complete Poems of John Keats, published by the Modern Library. from Endymion, Book I, [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]   by John Keats A thing of beauty is a joy […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[18,330,329,325,328,48,326,7,16,327],"class_list":{"0":"post-911","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-a-slice-of-solace","7":"tag-anthology","8":"tag-beauty","9":"tag-endymion","10":"tag-john-keats","11":"tag-modern-library","12":"tag-poem","13":"tag-poets-org","14":"tag-solace","15":"tag-solace-in-so-many-words","16":"tag-the-complete-poems-of-john-keats","17":"entry"},"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/911","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=911"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/911\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":919,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/911\/revisions\/919"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=911"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=911"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=911"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}