Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? I will declare thy name unto my brethren.. Psalm 102 OK. ...
Among the myrtles as I walk'd Love and my sighs thus intertalk'd: Tell me, said I, in deep distress, Where ...
I "Soul! Shall I see thy face," she said, "In one brief hour? And away with thee from a loveless ...
I When of tender mind and body I was moved by minstrelsy, And that strain "The Bridge of Lodi" Brought ...
He often would ask us That, when he died, After playing so many To their last rest, If out of ...
ON a rocky peak once sat I early, Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving; Stretch'd out like a pall ...
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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