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 ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
Rivers I have seen which were beautiful, Slow rivers winding in the flat fens, With bands of reeds like thronged green swords Guarding ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Sweeping the chords of Hellas with firm hand, He wakes lost echoes from song's classic shore, And brings their crystal ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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