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 ...
The old voice of the ocean, the bird-chatter of little rivers, (Winter has given them gold for silver To stain ...
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
I O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough - Light in their loving as soldiers can be - ...
the two hands of me make inimical gestures that only long after betray the one tune though they have the ...
Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune- Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal ...
A man and a woman lie on a white bed. It is morning. I think Soon they will waken. On ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Honoring those who have served who are serving for us now in this standing for those for those who have ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
It was long I lay Awake that night Wishing that night Would name the hour And tell me whether To ...
Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright; Thy beauty makes me like ...
Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content, Thou knowest of no strange continent; Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion ...
Good morning, Life--and all Things glad and beautiful. My pockets nothing hold, But he that owns the gold, The Sun, ...
Late Servant to his Majesty, and Organist of the Chapel Royal, and of St. Peter's Westminster I Mark how the ...
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, -- The birds, they make it in the spring, ...
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale, He ate his egg with a ladle ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
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