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 ...
Ambition.The Sisyphus is he, whom Noise and StrifeSeduce from all the soft Retreats of Life:To vex the Government, disturb the ...
An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service. He falls asleep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that ...
The fourteen centuries fall awayBetween us and the Afric saint,And at his side we urge, to-day,The immemorial quest and old ...
I doe not grieue when some vnwholsome aire Mildewes rich fields, nor when the clusters faireOf Claret, rot through too abundant ...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *To-night ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly ...
With her a boy of fifteen summers came.Into the presence of the lad did passAn influence from a climate as ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown With spots of Burnish roasted on Is proof against the Sun Yet prone to shut its ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
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