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 ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower,like a buttercupupon its branching stem-save that it's green and wooden-I come, my sweet,to sing to ...
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into ...
Rabbi Jehosha used to sayThat God made angels every day,Perfect as Michael and the restFirst brooded in creation's nest,Whose only ...
Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord,And with stiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy,To seise the widow'd whore PluralityFrom them ...
IThe hermit sat within his cave, A prey to anxious care;Distress sat gravely on his brow, And suffering slumbered there.His ...
When Nature wants to drill a manAnd thrill a man,And skill a man,When Nature wants to mould a manTo play ...
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be ...
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
The Heavenly Circuit; Berenice's Hair; Tent-pole of Eden; the tent's drapery; Symbolical glory of thc earth and air! The Father ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord, And with stiff Vowes renounc'd his Liturgie To seise the widdow'd whore ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories