Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem (John Keats Poems)
CANTO I.Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weaveA paradise for a sect; the savage, too,From forth the loftiest fashion of ...
CANTO I.Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weaveA paradise for a sect; the savage, too,From forth the loftiest fashion of ...
SCENE THE LAST.ANGELS.THE spirit-region's noble limbHath 'scaled the ...
XXIVWhat is far hence led to the den of making:Moves unlike wildfire; not so simple-happyPloughman hammers ploughshare his durum dentemDigging ...
HERE lies a woman-known to me, and you-Who tried to eat her cake and have it too;Who saved her pence ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our ...
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see, And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain, mystifying hours. All morning a crew of workmen have ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
Two Workmen were carrying a sheet of asbestos down the main street of Dingle; it must have been nailed, at ...
3-foot blue cannisters of nitro along a conveyor belt, slow fish speaking the language of silence. On the roof, I ...
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
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