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Hyperion. Book II
John Keats
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings Hyperion slid into the rustled air, And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place Where Cybele and the...Rate it:

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Hyperion
John Keats
with such aspen-malady: "O tender spouse of gold Hyperion, Thea, I feel thee ere I see thy face; LoRate it:

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Hyperion. Book I
John Keats
with such aspen-malady: 'O tender spouse of gold Hyperion, Thea, I feel thee ere I see thy face; LoRate it:

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Hyperion. Book III
John Keats
Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace, Amazed were those Titans utterly. O leave them, Muse! O leave them to their woes; For thou art weak to sing ...Rate it:

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Admetus: To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson
Emma Lazarus
called him, but Admetus knew his name, — Hyperion, god of sun and song and silver speech, CondemnedRate it:

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Homer's Hymn To Minerva
Percy Bysshe Shelley
the tide suddenly Stood still, and great Hyperion’s son long time Checked his swift steeds, till, Rate it:

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Homer's Hymn To The Sun
Percy Bysshe Shelley
the famed sister fair Of great Hyperion, who to him did bear A race of loveliest children; the youRate it:

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My Other Chinee Cook
James Brunton Stephens
Johnny; but he was to Number One As a Satyr to Hyperion, as a rushlight to the sun; He was lazy, heRate it:

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Ode To The Setting Sun
Francis Thompson
thou bar'st in those vast seasons gone-- Candid Hyperion, Clad in the light of thine immortal youthRate it:

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Prelude
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
and in dreams; Then the Musician, like a fair Hyperion from whose golden hair The radiance of the mRate it:

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The Masque Of Pandora
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
nor swerve aside like him Who drove amiss Hyperion's fiery steeds. I sink, I fly! The yielding elRate it:

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The Progress of Poesy
Thomas Gray
dreary sky; Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of wRate it:

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Tithonus
Alan Seeger
still he lingered on: Then to the daughter of Hyperion This counsel seemed the best: for she, afaRate it:

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