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 tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The ...
Our faith must be unshaken understanding their time in the desert wandering because of their doubt not trusting in the ...
Not some candy-coated some rose-colored perspective my eyes wide open to my current state Yet will I rejoice joyful in ...
Fighting ever that tiny strip of land never knowing peace calamity close at hand Families split apart never knowing peace ...
The story of so many who try to be faithful yet staring at calamity capricious and cruel in reading Job ...
To tag, or not to tag: that is the problem: Whether 'tis nobler in the whole to endure The slings ...
The Soul's distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity -- As Lightning on a Landscape ...
Robbed by Death -- but that was easy -- To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing -- ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
There were many who went in huddled procession, They knew not whither; But, at any rate, success or calamity Would ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
Compelled by calamity's magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought ...
The wasp and all his numerous family I look upon as a major calamity. He throws open his nest with ...
'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the night of Christmas day, That ten persons' lives were taken sway, ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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