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 ...
So hot shines the sun upon Nile's yellow stream, That the palm-trees can save us no more from his beam;Now ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
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