Keats was impressed by Spenser and was, similar to Spenser, an enthusiastic lover of beauty in all its structures and manifestations. The energy of beauty constitutes his aestheticism in nature, in woman and in art.
‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’.
When we consider Keats, “Beauty” strikes our mind. Keats and Beauty have ended up very nearly synonymous. We can’t consider Keats without considering Beauty. Beauty is a reflection, it doesn’t give out its importance effectively. He sees Beauty all around. Keats made Beauty his object of miracle and appreciation and he turned into the best writer of Beauty. All the Romantic artists had an energy for one thing or the other. Wordsworth was the admirer of Nature and Coleridge was an artist of the heavenly. Shelley remained for standards and Byron loved freedom. With Keats the energy for Beauty was the best, rather the main thought.
He composes and distinguishes beauty with truth. Of all the contemporary writers Keats is a standout amongst the most inexorably connected with the love of beauty. He was the most energetic lover of the world as the vocation of delightful pictures and of numerous inventive relationship of an object or word with an elevated enthusiastic claim. Verse, as per Keats, ought to be the incarnation of beauty, not a medium for the declaration of religious or social philosophy. Keats loved ‘the compelling conceptual thought of Beauty in all things’. He could see Beauty all over the place and in every object. Beauty seemed to him in different structures and shapes—in the blossoms and in the mists, in the slopes and rills, in the tune of a feathered creature and even with a lady, in an incredible book and in the legends of old. Beauty was there in the bits of stone with carvings consequently.
For Keats the universe of beauty was a departure from the dismal and excruciating life or experience. He got away from the political and social issues of the world into the domain of imagination. Not at all like Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron and Shelley, he stayed untouched by progressive hypotheses for the relapse of humankind. His later lyrics, for example, “Ode to a Nightingale” and “Hyperion” demonstrate an expanding enthusiasm toward human issues and humankind and on the off chance that he had existed he would have created a closer contact with reality. He might by and large be termed as a writer of departure. With him verse existed not as an instrument of social rebellion nor of philosophical convention however for the articulation of beauty. He went for communicating beauty for it purpose. Keats did not like just those things that are excellent as indicated by the perceived measures. He had profound knowledge to see beauty even in those things are unfriendly to beauty for normal individuals. He said:
“I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.”
Keats perceives Beauty through his characteristic and spontaneous application of faculties. He has a phenomenal sense-observation. He could see objects more seriously than other individuals. He inferred incredible tasteful joy at the sight of objects of Nature, of a reasonable face, of the showstoppers, legends old and new. Every minute uncovered to him a vibe of miracle and pleasure.He determined tasteful pleasure through his faculties.
“Where are the tune of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music as well”
Keats was the last as well as the absolute best of the Romantics while Scott was just telling stories, and Wordsworth changing verse or maintaining the ethical law, and Shelley pushing the outlandish changes and Byron voicing his own particular vanity and the political measure. Revering beauty like an enthusiast, consummately substance to compose what was in his own particular heart or to reflect some wonder of the characteristic world as he saw or imagined it to be, he had the honorable thought that verse exists for it purpose and endures misfortune by being dedicated to philosophy or governmental issues. Unengaged love of beauty is one of the qualities that made Keats extraordinary and that recognized him from his incredible counterparts. He got a handle on the fundamental unity of beauty and truth. His ideology did not mean beauty of structure alone. His perfect was the Greek perfect of beauty internal and outward, the ideal soul of verse and the ideal structure. Accurately in light of the fact that he held this perfect, he was free from the wish to lecture. Keats’ initial pieces are to a great extent concerned with writers, pictures, models or the rustic isolation in which an artist may nurture his extravagant. His extraordinary tributes have for their subjects a storied Grecian Urn; a songbird; and the season of pre-winter, to which he turns from the melodies of spring. The valuation for Beauty in Keats is through brain or soul.
As he didn’t live long enough, he was not equipped to completely outline the incomprehensible scope of his origination of beauty. Destiny did not provide for him time enough to completely open the ‘secrets of the heart’ and to light up and put in fitting viewpoint the incredible battles and issues of human life.