Usually, the very first part of the first stanza of this poem is quoted.
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever”
But I prefer the last part of the poem;
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.
Born in Moorgate, London, England
October 31, 1795
February 23, 1821