Hyperion. Book I (John Keats Poems)
Deep in the shady sadness of a valeFar sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and ...
Deep in the shady sadness of a valeFar sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and ...
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow,And dash'd it out. There was a tint of roseOn cheek and lip;--he ...
On Santa Croce's golden-pillared shrine, A thousand tapers pour their blended rays In one rich tide of radiance. Like a ...
IT was a fever-dream; I lay Awake, as in the broad bright day, But faint and worn I drew my ...
My heart is chilled and my pulse is slow,But often and often will memory go,Like a blind child lost in ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
Photograph negative her black arm: a diving porpoise, sprawled across the ice-banked pillow. Head: a sheet of falling water. Her ...
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