Happy Is England! I Could Be Content Comments

Extremely romantic poem with extraordinary skill and rhythm... Beautifully executed.. Life's joy...

Frankly, I cannot see that the poem has anything much to do with patriotism. And it is about happiness, but only so as to say that it can be be found only partially in England. The spirit requires more than the 'sweetness of her artless daughters'; it may desire the majestic solitude of the Alps, as well as the 'beauties of deeper glance' floating upon Italian waters.

loveliness of life, good one

We do love our country be it England or USA, it is our homeland, where we are comfortable, where we are familiar with its climate, its people, its society. Beautifully written- -of course- this is John Keats behind the pen.

A wonderful poem, in which John Keats uses the figurative language to paint England's nature in colors.

A beautifully envisioned great and lovely song displaying a special bonding with England, nature and people over there. Thanks for sharing it here.

An early masterpiece of double-think.

Wonderful sonnet weaved by the artistic hand of John Keats of the artless dames of England as he was languishing in vain of his great loss in love!

The poem carries a patriotic fervor without being eccentric. Here the nature plays the central part. Happy is England! To sit upon an Alp as on a throne,

Sweet her artless daughters! Thanks for sharing.

What a great poem! Such a nice image of what England was in Keats' eyes. I can understand why England is his Home.

in my point of view, john keats's mind was better than shakespear......i mean he wrote better.....you can read ''i stood tip-toe upon a little hill'' and you will know how..

If 'A thing of beauty is a joy forever' for Keats, then his sense of beauty cannot remain within the bounds of England. It will certainly overflow. In this poem, it actually happens. Beauties of deeper glance.... what a beautiful reflection on the concept of beauty. His mind also goes to the peaks of Alps, to the bountiness of nature. Though Keats is an English poet, his last resting place happens to be Italy. Perhaps, from his grave he may still be feeling a languishment for skies Italian! He may be longing for the peaks of Alps! May god bless him.