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By John Keats

Those Everyman's Library Pocket Poets hardcover versions are well known for his or her compact dimension and moderate expense which don't compromise content material. Poems: Keats incorporates a complete choice of Keats's paintings, together with his lyric poems, narrative poems, letters, and an index of first traces.

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Rather than thrones, challenging flint they sat upon, Couches of rugged stone, and slaty ridge Stubborn’d with iron. All weren't assembled: a few chain’d in torture, and a few wandering. Cœus, and Gyges, and Briareüs, Typhon, and Dolor, and Porphyrion, With many extra, the brawniest in attack, have been pent in areas of onerous breath; Dungeon’d in opaque point, to maintain Their clenched enamel nonetheless clench’d, and all their limbs Lock’d up like veins of steel, crampt and screw’d; with no movement, keep in their mammoth hearts Heaving in ache, and horribly convuls’d With sanguine feverous boiling gurge of pulse. Mnemosyne used to be straying on the earth; faraway from her moon had Phœbe wandered; and lots of else have been loose to roam out of the country, yet for the most, the following stumbled on they covert drear. Scarce pictures of existence, one right here, one there, Lay gigantic and edgeways; like a dark cirque Of Druid stones, upon a forlorn moor, while the coolness rain starts off at close of eve, In uninteresting November, and their chancel vault, The Heaven itself, is blinded all through evening. each saved shroud, nor to his neighbour gave Or note, or glance, or motion of depression. Creüs used to be one; his ponderous iron mace Lay by means of him, and a shatter’d rib of rock informed of his rage, ere he therefore sank and pined. Iäpetus one other; in his clutch, A serpent’s plashy neck; its barbed tongue Squeez’d from the gorge, and all its uncurl’d size lifeless; and as the creature couldn't spit Its poison within the eyes of conquering Jove. subsequent Cottus: providers he lay, chin uppermost, as if in ache; for nonetheless upon the flint He floor critical his cranium, with open mouth And eyes at horrid operating. Nearest him Asia, born of such a lot huge, immense Caf, Who fee her mom Tellus keener pangs, notwithstanding female, than any of her sons: extra suggestion than woe used to be in her dusky face, For she used to be prophesying of her glory; And in her huge mind's eye stood Palm-shaded temples, and excessive rival fanes, through Oxus or in Ganges’ sacred isles. whilst wish upon her anchor leans, So leant she, now not so reasonable, upon a tusk Shed from the broadest of her elephants. Above her, on a crag’s uneasy shelve, Upon his elbow rais’d, all prostrate else, Shadow’d Enceladus; as soon as tame and delicate As grazing ox unworried within the meads; Now tiger-passion’d, lion-thoughted, wroth, He reflected, plotted, or even now struggle hurling mountains in that moment battle, no longer lengthy delay’d, that scar’d the more youthful Gods to conceal themselves in types of beast and chook. now not a ways for that reason Atlas; and beside him services Phorcus, the sire of Gorgons. Neighbour’d shut Oceanus, and Tethys, in whose lap Sobb’d Clymene between her tangled hair. In midst of all lay Themis, on the toes Of Ops the queen; all clouded around from sight, No form distinguishable, greater than while Thick evening confounds the pine-tops with the clouds: and plenty of else whose names will not be advised. For while the Muse’s wings are air-ward unfold, Who shall hold up her flight? and she or he needs to chaunt Of Saturn, and his advisor, who now had climb’d With damp and slippery footing from a intensity extra horrid nonetheless.

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