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 ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An embassy. Their ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that ...
The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
I know a mountain thrilling to the stars, Peerless and pure, and pinnacled with snow; Glimpsing the golden dawn o'er ...
(With apologies to the singer of the "Song of the Banjo".) I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone; ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
THE WONDER of the world is o'er: The magic from the sea is gone: There is no unimagined shore, No ...
I sat beneath a willow tree, Where water falls and calls; While fancies upon fancies solaced me, Some true, and ...
THE moon resumed all heaven now, She shepherded the stars below Along her wide, white steeps of snow, Nor stooped ...
(November, 1863) A kindling impulse seized the host Inspired by heaven's elastic air; Their hearts outran their General's plan, Though ...
Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, Blows the wild wind, ...
Palacio, good friend, is spring there showing itself on branches of black poplars by the roads and river? On the ...
When the vexed hubbub of our world of gain Roars round about me as I walk the street, The myriad ...
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