Saturday, 7 March 2026

BEAUTY AND JOY

 

 

                                                          BEAUTY AND JOY

            Beauty is defined as “the quality of being pleasing to the senses or to the mind.” Some of its synonyms are : loveliness, prettiness, handsomeness, charm, grace, glamour, and allurement.  

            It is a general source of joy which means: happiness, pleasure, delight, gladness, rapture, bliss, ecstasy, gratification and enjoyment,

            The English romantic poet John Keats (1795-1821) says in his long poem from Endymion Book I :

            A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

            Its loveliness increases; it will never

            Pass into nothingness.

 

            According to a proverb: “Beauty lies in the eyes of the   beholder”, therefore  what is beautiful or admirable for one may not be so for another. In spite of this belief there are some universal components which make something beautiful for most of the people. They are : symmetry, physical structure, inner charm, attractiveness, artistic grace and impressiveness.

           

            The English novelist Jane Porter (1776-1850) said: The beauty of form affects the mind, but then it must not be the mere shell that we admire, but the thought that this shell is only the beautiful case adjusted to the shape and value of a still more beautiful pearl within.  The perfection of outward loveliness is the soul shining through the crystalline covering.

 

            Jane Porter’s point is that a thing of beauty must be attractive  both externally and internally.

            Keats has listed  in his poem many beautiful things which are a source of eternal joy.Some lines of his poem have already been quoted above. Here is the complete poem:

           

                        A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into no``Athingness; 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.

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G.R.Kanwal

7th March 2026

      

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