Hyperion. Book III (John Keats Poems)
Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace,Amazed were those Titans utterly.O leave them, Muse! O leave them to their woes;For thou ...
Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace,Amazed were those Titans utterly.O leave them, Muse! O leave them to their woes;For thou ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let ...
Ah, haughty hills, sardonic solitudes, What wizard touch hath, crowning you with gold, Cast Tyrian purple o'er broad-shouldered woods, And to your pride ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
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