Hyperion. Book II (John Keats Poems)
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wingsHyperion slid into the rustled air,And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad ...
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wingsHyperion slid into the rustled air,And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad ...
LONG, swinging bells of pomegranate!O orange-buds, falling as snow!O singing of lark and of linnet -Singing high in the leaves, ...
Rise up, my Love, my fair one come away, For lo! the winter's past, the rain is gone, The flowers of earth ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
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