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 ...
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they ...
The truth of consequences a sobering reflection thinking about words the double edged sword an Achilles' heel of our nation ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they ...
Our efforts are those of the unfortunate; our efforts are like those of the Trojans. Somewhat we succeed; somewhat we ...
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, ...
I, too, at length discerned great Hercules' energy mighty,-- Saw his shade. He himself was not, alas, to be seen. ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
Athlete, virtuoso, Training for happiness, Bend arm and knee, and seek The body's sharp distress, For pain is pleasure's cost, ...
Day is the hero's shield, Achilles' field, The light days are the angels. We the seed. Against eternal light and ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal Like those champions devoted and brave, When they plunged in the tyrant their ...
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me ...
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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