...very blood as a thing of beauty that " 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. . . . . Yea, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away_the pall From our dark spirits." And...

...for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and...breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A Qowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures,...

...forever: Its loveliness 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." It is important, not trivial, to concentrate on natural beauty. At home, my husband and I \vere hypnotized...

...forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and...unhealthy and o'erdarkened ways Made for our searching ... Thou hast an house on high erect, Fram'd by that mighty Architect, With glory richly furnished,...

...forever: Its loveliness 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. Music is a thing of beauty. It can bring joy into the lives of those who experience it, both presently...

...for ever: Its loveliness 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, we are wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of Despondence. (LJ. 1-8) Where Keats...

...for ever: Its loveliness 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. A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Therefore, on every morrow, we are wreathing Spite of Despondence....

...for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower term Invented to awe fools. 5274 Volpone You have a gift, sir, (thank your educa 5418 Endymlon Here is wine, Alive with sparkles. 5419 Endymlon Their smiles, Wan as primroses gathered...

...began to hear what Steamboat was saying, there in the midst of the crowd that hid him from us. "... A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence . . ." "What the hell is that?" I asked her. "Keats," she said. "'Endymion' ... we used to read it...

...pleasure. It is not a way of arresting the destructive flow of time, but of criticising corrupt power ('the inhuman dearth/ Of noble natures, of the gloomy...and o'er-darkened ways / Made for our searching'). In so far as these remarks have attracted any comment from Keats's readers, they have usually been...