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Posts Tagged ‘A Thing of Beauty’

Be Like in the beginning

In Poetry on May 17, 2012 at 8:55 pm

Be Like in the beginning.

To each and every one of You

In Love on April 17, 2012 at 12:17 pm

Era – Come Into My World – YouTube

Scotland – Enya – Bagpipes / Uilleann Pipes – YouTube

Enya – Hope Has a Place (To all the people who have ever loved… and lost) – YouTube

Everything Happens For a Reason – YouTube

Endless love

In Love on April 16, 2012 at 9:07 pm

Richard Clayderman Endless Love – YouTube

To very special swan

In Love on April 16, 2012 at 9:04 pm

Richard Clayderman The Swan – YouTube

Nostalgia

In Love on April 16, 2012 at 8:59 pm

Nostalgia – Love songs for piano and orchestra.HD – YouTube

For the Brighetst Star over my sky

In Love on April 16, 2012 at 8:53 pm

Relaxing piano music (Just for you) – YouTube

A Thing of Beauty by J.Keats

In Love on April 15, 2012 at 7:40 pm

John Keats – A Thing Of Beauty – YouTube

A Thing Of Beauty From Endymion – Book I by John Keats (1795-1821) A thing of beauty is a joy 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, 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-darkened 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; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple’s self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast That, whether there be shine or gloom o’ercast, They always must be with us, or we die.

John Keats – A Thing Of Beauty – YouTube

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