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 ...
I.Thou glorious painter of the thoughts that dwellIn the hot brain of genius, it was thineTo live in the delusion ...
I love the man whose lofty mind On God and its own strength relies;Who seeks the welfare of his kind, And dare ...
Far, far below, oh, far below,Where sulphurous lightnings flash and glow,Where blasting, bellowing thunders roarWith rending crash—dark Stygian shore;Black gulf ...
She calmly brought his sabre bright,Tempered with death;And, girding him, her all, aright,She spoke with eyes of kindling lightMore than ...
A song for the unsung heroes who rose in the country's need, When the life of the land was threatened by ...
Scarred on a hundred fields before,Naked and starved and travel-sore, Each man a tiger hunted,They stood at bay as brave as ...
If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrongThan praise the right; if seldom to thine earMy voice hath mingled ...
O'er a small suburban borough Once an eagle used to fly,Making observations thorough From his station in the sky,And presenting the appearance Of ...
Many long years ago, I loved a youth,Who seemed the soul of honor and of truth-He charmed my heart with ...
(Begin breezily):In Lady Lusher's drawing-room, where float the strains of ...
Cry on! full well I know the voice,For often it hath called on me, Stirring my passions with the noise,As ...
Now is thy fragrant garland made complete,Maturing year! but as its many dyesMingle in rainbow hues divinely sweet,They fade and ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Her sleeping head with its great gelid mass of serpents torpidly astir burned into the mirroring shield-- a scathing image ...
Unworthy of her Breast Though by that scathing test What Soul survive? By her exacting light How counterfeit the white ...
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
Sense with keenest edge unusèd, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruisèd On the ways of dark ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
That scathing word I used in scorn (Though half a century ago) Comes back to me this April morn, Like ...
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