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 ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow, Demurest of the ...
Down in the mud I lay, Tired out by my long day Of five damned days and nights, Five sleepless ...
Boils and welts and warts bubbled on the trunk of the tree human afflictions on the bark and sinew the ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding across malignant half my years or so? One evil faery it was workt ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
He felt the wild beast in him betweenwhiles So masterfully rude, that he would grieve To see the helpless delicate ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet playes! Sorted by pairs, they still are seen ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
Have any of you, passers-by, Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort? Or a pain in the side ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling ...
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