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 ...
The day is thine, the night also is thine; thou hast prepared thelight and the sun.Thou hast set all the ...
The tree of deepest root is foundLeast willing still to quit the ground;Twas therefore said, by ancient sages,That love of ...
You know "The Teacups," that congenial setWhich round the Teapot you have often met;The grave DICTATOR, him you knew of ...
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
IHe was a Dreamer of the Days: Indolent as a lazy breezeOf midsummer, in idlest ways Lolling about in the shade of ...
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret?For months you may try, yet, believe me, ...
MY friend he was; my friend from all the rest;With childlike faith he oped to me his breast;No door was ...
KATIE, Katie, little Katie!Mouth of rose and eyes of blue,(Eyes that look one frankly through!)When I'm absent don't you miss ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
ADVICE; OR THE 'SQUIRE AND THE PRIEST.A wealthy Lord of far-extended landHad all that pleased him placed at his command;Widow'd ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
'Tis past—and the recording angel bearsTo Heaven the record of another year—Another year of nature's and of mine!Nature has known ...
When first Apollo got my brain with Childe,He made large promise never to beguile,But like an honest Father, he would ...
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men ...
Child of a myriad varied voices calling O'er countless leagues of space in divers tongues,Tho' captious critics view your ways ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, yet, ...
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