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1One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.- AShe walks in Beauty (1813-Iambic Tetrameter-Lyrical Poem)
- BOde to a Grecian Urn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- CDon Juan (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Mock Epic)
- DManfred (1816-1817-Iambic Pentameter-Dramatic Poem)
2She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.- ALa Belle Dame Sans Merci (1819-3 Iambic Tetrameter Lines-1 Iambic Dimeter-Ballad)
- BShe walks in Beauty (1813-Iambic Tetrameter-Lyrical Poem)
- COde to a Grecian Urn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- DPrometheus (1816-Iambic tetrameter-Lyric)
3And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!- AThe Fall of Hyperion (1856-Iambic Pentameter-Unfinished Epic)
- BOn First Looking into Chapman's Homer (1816-Iambic Pentameter-Petrarchan Sonnet)
- CShe walks in Beauty (1813-Iambic Tetrameter-Lyrical Poem)
- DChilde Harold’s Canto III (1816-Spenserian Stanzas-Narrative Poem)
4So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.- AThe Giaour (1813-Iambic Tetrameter-Fragmented Tale)
- BSo We’ll Go No More a Roving (1817-Iambic Trimeter ending in Anapestic Dimeter-Ballad)
- CDon Juan (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Mock Epic)
- DLa Belle Dame Sans Merci (1819-3 Iambic Tetrameter Lines-1 Iambic Dimeter-Ballad)
5For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.- AOn First Looking into Chapman's Homer (1816-Iambic Pentameter-Petrarchan Sonnet)
- BLa Belle Dame Sans Merci (1819-3 Iambic Tetrameter Lines-1 Iambic Dimeter-Ballad)
- CSo We’ll Go No More a Roving (1817-Iambic Trimeter ending in Anapestic Dimeter-Ballad)
- DTo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
6No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb l which, gleaming o'er the cliff,
First greets the homeward-veering skiff,
High o'er the land he saved in vain
When shall such hero live again?
Fair clime ! where every season smiles
Benignant o'er those blessed isles,
Which seen from far Colonna's height,
Make glad the heart that hails the sight,
And lend to loneliness delight.
There mildly dimpling Ocean's cheek
Reflects the tints of many a peak
Caught by the laughing tides that lave
These Edens of the eastern wave;- AChilde Harold’s Canto III (1816-Spenserian Stanzas-Narrative Poem)
- BDon Juan (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Mock Epic)
- CThe Fall of Hyperion (1856-Iambic Pentameter-Unfinished Epic)
- DThe Giaour (1813-Iambic Tetrameter-Fragmented Tale)
7And noiseless as a lovely dream is gone.
And was she here ? and is he now alone ?
What gem hath dropp'd and sparkles o'er his chain ?
The tear most sacred shed for others' pain
That starts at once bright pure from Pity's mine.
Already polish'd by the band divine !
Oh ! too convincing dangerously dear
In woman's eye the unanswerable tear !
That weapon of her weakness she can wield,
To save subdue at once her spear and shield
Avoid it Virtue ebbs and Wisdom errs,
Too fondly gazing on that grief of hers !
What lost a world, and bade a hero fly ?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.
Yet be the soft triumvir's fault forgiven,
this how many lose not earth but heaven !
Consign their souls to man's eternal foe,
And seal their own to spare some wanton's woe!- ATo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- BManfred (1816-1817-Iambic Pentameter-Dramatic Poem)
- CPrometheus (1816-Iambic Tetrameter-Lyric)
- DThe Giaour (1813-Iambic Tetrameter-Fragmented Tale)
8Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!
ADA! sole daughter of my house and heart?
When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled,
And then we parted, -- not as now we part,
But with a hope. --
Awaking with a start,
The waters heave around me; and on high
The winds lift up their voices: I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.- AChilde Harold’s Canto III (1816-Spenserian Stanzas-Narrative Poem)
- BThe Fall of Hyperion (1856-Iambic Pentameter-Unfinished Epic)
- CThe Giaour (1813-Iambic Tetrameter-Fragmented Tale)
- DDon Juan (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Mock Epic)
9Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,
To render with thy precepts less
The sum of human wretchedness,
And strengthen Man with his own mind;
But baffled as thou wert from high,
Still in thy patient energy,
In the endurance, and repulse
Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,
A mighty lesson we inherit:
Thou art a symbol and a sign
To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source;
And Man in portions can foresee
His own funereal destiny;
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his Spirit may oppose
Itself—and equal to all woes,
And a firm will, and a deep sense,
Which even in torture can descry
Its own concenter'd recompense,
Triumphant where it dares defy,
And making Death a Victory.- AChilde Harold’s Canto III (1816-Spenserian Stanzas-Narrative Poem)
- BPrometheus (1816-Iambic Tetrameter-Lyric)
- CManfred (1816-1817-Iambic Pentameter-Dramatic Poem)
- DOde to a Grecian Urn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
10Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains;
They crown’d him long ago
On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,
With a diadem of snow.
Around his waist are forests braced,
The Avalanche in his hand;
But ere it fall, that thundering ball
Must pause for my command.
The Glacier’s cold and restless mass
Moves onward day by day;
But I am he who bids it pass,
Or with its ice delay.
I am the spirit of the place,
Could make the mountain bow
And quiver to his cavern’d base—
And what with me wouldst Thou?- ADon Juan (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Mock Epic)
- BManfred (1816-1817-Iambic Pentameter-Dramatic Poem)
- CThe Eve of St. Agnes (1819-Spenserian Stanzas-Narrative Poem)
- DThe Fall of Hyperion (1856-Iambic Pentameter-Unfinished Epic)
11Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.- AWhen I have Fears That I May Cease to Be (1818-Iambic Pentameter-Elizabethan Sonnet)
- BOde to a Nightingale (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- COn First Looking into Chapman's Homer (1816-Iambic Pentameter-Petrarchan Sonnet)
- DManfred (1816-1817-Iambic Pentameter-Dramatic Poem)
12When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.- ASo We’ll Go No More a Roving (1817-Iambic Trimeter ending in Anapestic Dimeter-Ballad)
- BWhen I have Fears That I May Cease to Be (1818-Iambic Pentameter-Elizabethan Sonnet)
- COn First Looking into Chapman's Homer (1816-Iambic Pentameter-Petrarchan Sonnet)
- DTo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
13 That ancient Beadsman heard the prelude soft;
And so it chanc'd, for many a door was wide,
From hurry to and fro. Soon, up aloft,
The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide:
The level chambers, ready with their pride,
Were glowing to receive a thousand guests:
The carved angels, ever eager-eyed,
Star'd, where upon their heads the cornice rests,
With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.- AThe Eve of St. Agnes (1819-Spenserian Stanzas-Narrative Poem)
- BChilde Harold’s Canto III (1816-Spenserian Stanzas-Narrative Poem)
- CManfred (1816-1817-Iambic Pentameter-Dramatic Poem)
- DLa Belle Dame Sans Merci (1819-3 Iambic Tetrameter Lines-1 Iambic Dimeter-Ballad)
14 They glide, like phantoms, into the wide hall;
Like phantoms, to the iron porch, they glide;
Where lay the Porter, in uneasy sprawl,
With a huge empty flaggon by his side:
The wakeful bloodhound rose, and shook his hide,
But his sagacious eye an inmate owns:
By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide:—
The chains lie silent on the footworn stones;—
The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans.- AThe Eve of St. Agnes (1819-Spenserian Stanzas-Narrative Poem)
- BLa Belle Dame Sans Merci (1819-3 Iambic Tetrameter Lines-1 Iambic Dimeter-Ballad)
- CSo We’ll Go No More a Roving (1817-Iambic Trimeter ending in Anapestic Dimeter-Ballad)
- DThe Giaour (1813-Iambic Tetrameter-Fragmented Tale)
15I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan- AShe walks in Beauty (1813-Iambic Tetrameter-Lyrical Poem)
- BLa Belle Dame Sans Merci (1819-3 Iambic Tetrameter Lines-1 Iambic Dimeter-Ballad)
- CSo We’ll Go No More a Roving (1817-Iambic Trimeter ending in Anapestic Dimeter-Ballad)
- DOde to a Nightingale (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
16And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’- ALa Belle Dame Sans Merci (1819-3 Iambic Tetrameter Lines-1 Iambic Dimeter-Ballad)
- BManfred (1816-1817-Iambic Pentameter-Dramatic Poem)
- COn First Looking into Chapman's Homer (1816-Iambic Pentameter-Petrarchan Sonnet)
- DThe Eve of St. Agnes (1819-Spenserian Stanzas-Narrative Poem)
17Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.- AOde to a Nightingale (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- BOde to a Grecian Urn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- COde to Melancholy (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- DTo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
18My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.- ATo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- BOde to a Grecian Urn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- COde to Melancholy (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- DOde to a Nightingale (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
19Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.- AOde to Melancholy (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- BOde to a Grecian Urn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- COde to a Nightingale (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- DTo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
20Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?- ATo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- BOde to Melancholy (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- COde to a Grecian Urn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- DOde to a Nightingale (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
21No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.- AOde to Melancholy (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- BOde to a Grecian Urn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- CTo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- DOde to a Nightingale (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
22But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.- AOde to a Nightingale (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- BOde to Melancholy (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- CTo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- DOde to a Grecian Urn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
23She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.- ATo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- BManfred (1816-1817-Iambic Pentameter-Dramatic Poem)
- COn First Looking into Chapman's Homer (1816-Iambic Pentameter-Petrarchan Sonnet)
- DOde to Melancholy (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
24Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.- APrometheus (1816-Iambic Tetrameter-Lyric)
- BThe Fall of Hyperion (1856-Iambic Pentameter-Unfinished Epic)
- CTo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- DSo We’ll Go No More a Roving (1817-Iambic Trimeter ending in Anapestic Dimeter-Ballad)
25Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.- AOde to Melancholy (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- BTo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- COde to a Nightingale (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- DOde to a Grecian Urn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
26Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.- AOde to a Nightingale (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- BTo Autumn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- COde to Melancholy (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
- DOde to a Grecian Urn (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Ode)
27Turning from these with awe, once more I rais'd
My eyes to fathom the space every way;
The embossed roof, the silent massy range
Of columns north and south, ending in mist
Of nothing, then to eastward, where black gates
Were shut against the sunrise evermore.
Then to the west I look'd, and saw far off
An image, huge of feature as a cloud,
At level of whose feet an altar slept,
To be approach'd on either side by steps,
And marble balustrade, and patient travail
To count with toil the innumerable degrees.
Towards the altar sober paced I went,
Repressing haste, as too unholy there;
And, coming nearer, saw beside the shrine
One minist'ring; and there arose a flame.- AThe Fall of Hyperion (1856-Iambic Pentameter-Unfinished Epic)
- BThe Giaour (1813-Iambic Tetrameter-Fragmented Tale)
- CChilde Harold’s Canto III (1816-Spenserian Stanzas-Narrative Poem)
- DDon Juan (1819-Iambic Pentameter-Mock Epic)
28She Walks in Beauty
By: [blank_start]Lord Byron[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1813[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Tetrameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Lyrical Poem[blank_end]- ALord Byron
- B1813
- CIambic Tetrameter
- DLyrical Poem
29So We'll Go No More a Roving
By: [blank_start]Lord Byron[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1817[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Trimeter + Anapestic Dimeter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Ballad[blank_end]- ABallad
- BIambic Trimeter + Anapestic Dimeter
- C1817
- DLord Byron
30The Giaour
By: [blank_start]Lord Byron[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1813[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Tetrameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Fragmented Tale[blank_end]- ALord Byron
- B1813
- CIambic Tetrameter
- DFragmented Tale
31Childe Harold Canto III
By: [blank_start]Lord Byron[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1816[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Spenserian Stanzas[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Narrative Poem[blank_end]- ANarrative Poem
- BSpenserian Stanzas
- C1816
- DLord Byron
32Prometheus
By: [blank_start]Lord Byron[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1816[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Tetrameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Lyrical Poem[blank_end]- ALord Byron
- B1816
- CIambic Tetrameter
- DLyrical Poem
33Manfred
By: [blank_start]Lord Byron[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1816-1817[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Pentameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Dramatic Poem[blank_end]- ADramatic Poem
- BIambic Pentameter
- C1816-1817
- DLord Byron
34Don Juan
By: [blank_start]Lord Byron[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1819[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Pentameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Mock Epic[blank_end]- AMock Epic
- BIambic Pentameter
- C1819
- DLord Byron
35On First Looking into Chapman's Homer
By: [blank_start]Keats[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1816[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Pentameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Petrarchan Sonnet[blank_end]- APetrarchan Sonnet
- BIambic Pentameter
- C1816
- DKeats
36When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
By: [blank_start]Keats[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1818[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Pentameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Elizabethan Sonnet[blank_end]- AElizabethan Sonnet
- BIambic Pentameter
- C1818
- DKeats
37The Eve of St. Agnes
By: [blank_start]Keats[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1819[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Spencerian Stanzas[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Narrative Poem[blank_end]- ANarrative Poem
- BSpencerian Stanzas
- C1819
- DKeats
38La Belle Dame Sans Merci
By: [blank_start]Keats[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1819[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]3 Iambic Tetrameter + 1 Iambic Dimeter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Ballad[blank_end]- AKeats
- B1819
- C3 Iambic Tetrameter + 1 Iambic Dimeter
- DBallad
39Ode to a Nightingale
By: [blank_start]Keats[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1819[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Pentameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Ode[blank_end]- AOde
- BIambic Pentameter
- C1819
- DKeats
40Ode to a Grecian Urn
By: [blank_start]Keats[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1819[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Pentameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Ode[blank_end]- AKeats
- B1819
- CIambic Pentameter
- DOde
41Ode to Melancholy
By: [blank_start]Keats[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1819[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Pentameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Ode[blank_end]- AOde
- BIambic Pentameter
- C1819
- DKeats
42To Autumn
By: [blank_start]Keats[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1819[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Pentameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Ode[blank_end]- AOde
- BIambic Pentameter
- C1819
- DKeats
43The Fall of Hyperion
By: [blank_start]Keats[blank_end]
Year: [blank_start]1856[blank_end]
Meter: [blank_start]Iambic Pentameter[blank_end]
Genre: [blank_start]Unfinished Epic[blank_end]- AUnfinished Epic
- BIambic Pentameter
- C1856
- DKeats
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