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 ...
The seeming saint with long drawn face, Who thinks that he has so much grace He should be throned on highest place To ...
The survival of the fittest, The advancement of the best, The enthronement of the truest In the world's great crucial test, Is emblazoned on ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
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