Keats composed Endymion in rhyming couplets of iambic pentameter or heroic couplets. Agnes, and Other Poems 1820 Endymion: A Poetic Romance 1818 Poems 1817 Prose Letters of John Keats: A New Selection 1970 The Letters of John Keats 1958 Life, Letters, and Literary Remains of John Keats 1848 Drama Otho The Great: A Dramatic Fragment 1819 King Stephen: A Dramatic Fragment 1819 Book I 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. At times it feels almost cumbersome, which is a painful thing to say about one of my favorite poets definitely top five. The creative activity arising out of his appeal to poetic imagination limits itself to a three-line ornate composition, at the end of which Keats is back on the ground again, far away from the nightingale's habitation. Their encouragement of his poetry helped convince Keats that he could make a career as a writer.
And when, more near against the marble cold He had touch'd his forehead, he began to thread All courts and passages, where silence dead Rous'd by his whispering footsteps murmured faint: And long he travers'd to and fro, to acquaint Himself with every mystery, and awe; Till, weary, he sat down before the maw Of a wide outlet, fathomless and dim To wild uncertainty and shadows grim. Increasing still in heart, and pleasant sense, Upon his fairy journey on he hastes; So anxious for the end, he scarcely wastes One moment with his hand among the sweets: Onward he goes—he stops—his bosom beats As plainly in his ear, as the faint charm Of which the throbs were born. It is also referenced by in the film upon introducing the Wonkamobile, and in the 1992 American sports comedy film, , written and directed by Ron Shelton. And is it true— Away, away, or I shall dearly rue My very thoughts: in mercy then away, Kindest Alpheus, for should I obey My own dear will, 'twould be a deadly bane. The journey and adventures he undertook was described in c Endymion is a poem by John Keats. No, I will once more raise My voice upon the mountain-heights; once more Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar: Again my trooping hounds their tongues shall loll Around the breathed boar: again I'll poll The fair-grown yew tree, for a chosen bow: And, when the pleasant sun is getting low, Again I'll linger in a sloping mead To hear the speckled thrushes, and see feed Our idle sheep.
Though old Ulysses tortured from his slumbers The glutted Cyclops, what care? He was indeed wayworn; Abrupt, in middle air, his way was lost; To cloud-borne Jove he bowed, and there crost Towards him a large eagle, 'twixt whose wings, Without one impious word, himself he flings, Committed to the darkness and the gloom: Down, down, uncertain to what pleasant doom, Swift as a fathoming plummet down he fell Through unknown things; till exhaled asphodel, And rose, with spicy fannings interbreath'd, Came swelling forth where little caves were wreath'd So thick with leaves and mosses, that they seem'd Large honey-combs of green, and freshly teem'd With airs delicious. Here, the hillsides are occupied not only by shepherds and their flocks, but by gods and goddesses lines 63-88. In spite of all this a beautiful thing helps to remove the cover of gloom or darkness from our lives. My happy love will overwing all bounds! Of the entire book of Endymion, it is the first stanza, and in particular, the first line, that draws the most attention from scholars and critics alike. Like a good Romantic, Keats' powers of perception reached beyond what the senses offered in search of a deeper truth.
It helps us steer clear of despondency and disappointments. When this thy chariot attains Its airy goal, haply some bower veils Those twilight eyes? What image does the poet uses to describe the beautiful bounty of the earth? Aye, so delicious is the unsating food, That men, who might have tower'd in the van Of all the congregated world, to fan And winnow from the coming step of time All chaff of custom, wipe away all slime Left by men-slugs and human serpentry, Have been content to let occasion die, Whilst they did sleep in love's elysium. Keats' mood is one of drugged languor and has been occasioned by his empathic response to the happiness of the bird. The poem tells about how nature and its wonder mesmerize us and take away all the sorrow that surrounds us from time to time. Elaborate word choice and sensual imagery characterize Keats's poetry, including a series of odes that were his masterpieces and which remain among the most popular poems in English literature.
Doff all sad fears, thou white deliciousness, And let us be thus comforted; unless Thou couldst rejoice to see my hopeless stream Hurry distracted from Sol's temperate beam, And pour to death along some hungry sands. A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever, it starts, a phrase that has since been immortalized in English parlance, and it goes on to explain that, without beautiful things, the world is a grim, dark place, despondent and full of misery. He conjectures he would probably be composing verse in that critical juncture, and be surrounded by the lush proffering of a bountiful autumn as opposed to the scarcities of the barren winter. Therefore, 'tis with full happiness that I Will trace the story of Endymion. Shelley also exaggerated the effect that the criticism had on Keats, attributing his declining health over the following years to a spirit broken by the negative reviews. This is the central idea the Keats wants to deliver through this poem.
It's somewhat comforting, in a bizarre way, that Keats himself recognized its shortcomings, but I also agree with him not too surprising that it was a good thing for him to write, especially in his maturation as a poet. Anon they wander'd, by divine converse, Into Elysium; vieing to rehearse Each one his own anticipated bliss. They are the signifiers of a continuity that is reflected as historical truth, of a story that exceeds the limitations of specific insight, but includes and decides the collective flow. . What spreads the pall of despondence over our dark spirits? Each one of them is given prominence separately. That one who through this middle earth should pass Most like a sojourning demi-god, and leave His name upon the harp-string, should achieve No higher bard than simple maidenhood, Singing alone, and fearfully,—how the blood Left his young cheek; and how he used to stray He knew not where; and how he would say, nay, If any said 'twas love: and yet 'twas love; What could it be but love? Moreover, through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul; And shaping visions all about my sight Of colours, wings, and bursts of spangly light; The which became more strange, and strange, and dim, And then were gulph'd in a tumultuous swim: And then I fell asleep.
All its more ponderous and bulky worth Is friendship, whence there ever issues forth A steady splendour; but at the tip-top, There hangs by unseen film, an orbed drop Of light, and that is love: its influence, Thrown in our eyes, genders a novel sense, At which we start and fret; till in the end, Melting into its radiance, we blend, Mingle, and so become a part of it,— Nor with aught else can our souls interknit So wingedly: when we combine therewith, Life's self is nourish'd by its proper pith, And we are nurtured like a pelican brood. The story begins when Paris, son of Priam, King of Troy, carries off the beautiful Helen, thereby precipitating the bitter Trojan War. Then, he realizes that all is not lost. I really appreciate people who spend their life analyzing -- to death -- something, so others can appreciate it better. Then came another crowd Of shepherds, lifting in due time aloud Their share of the ditty.
While everyone celebrates, the older shepherds go aside with Endymion to talk about their lives—and the afterlife. It is not that the bird is immortal, but its song is. The fascination for flowers is our bonding with the earth. As indicated by the title, the poem's subject is Endymion, the mythical shepherd so amazingly gorgeous that Diana, the chaste goddess of the moon, fell in love with him. So all have set my heavier grief above These things which happen. The sun, the moon, the flora and the fauna in Nature are protectors of an infinity that can never be equated with the temporariness and incontinency of human schemes.
It also tells of his personal journey to a belief in Nature as the great moral and spiritual force which shapes human life, but on which human society all too often turns its back. O think how sweet to me the freshening sluice! Sidenote: As one unfamiliar with poetry, reading Endymion has been quite a challenge. What care, though striding Alexander past The Indus with his Macedonian numbers? Are not our lowing heifers sleeker than Night-swollen mushrooms? Unto what awful power shall I call? Their legends and stories enthuse us and we imagine their magnificence. Despite the semi-darkness around, he is able to imagine the flowers and their colours through their sweet scent. A thing of beauty works wonders for man and removes the cover of gloom from his dampened spirits. Try though he might, Keats was not the next Homer, albeit a brilliant poet in his own right. He sounds sceptical thinking that the song had given him just an illusion of ecstasy.
What misery most drowningly doth sing In lone Endymion's ear, now he has caught The goal of consciousness? And must he patient stay, Tracing fantastic figures with his spear? In December 1816 he informed his guardian Richard Abbey that he was leaving medicine for good to concentrate on poetry. The physical sensations of aches and pains are juxtaposed with the state of drowsy numbness and druggedness. Or more complete to overwhelm surmise? Where dost thou listen to the wide halloos Of thy disparted nymphs? By this the sun is setting; we may chance Meet some of our near-dwellers with my car. All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through the mist of passed years: For others, good or bad, hatred and tears Have become indolent; but touching thine, One sigh doth echo, one poor sob doth pine, One kiss brings honey-dew from buried days. Endymion and the Indian girl return to earth, the latter saying she cannot be his love. Endymion feels it, and no more controls The burning prayer within him; so, bent low, He had begun a plaining of his woe. The mighty ones who have made eternal day For Greece and England.