...breath of morn. Far from the flery noon, and eve's one star, Sat grey-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a tlont, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest...Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, Bnt where the dead leaf fell, there did It rat.' You will never open a page without lighting on the...

...shade ; the Naiad 'mid her reeds Prest her cold finger closer to her lips. * Sat gray-hair'd Sat urn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about...there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs hot one light seed . . . t His. t a. Along the margin-sand large foot-marks went] No further than to...

...known that it was only after repeated experiment that he evolved the beautiful lines of Hyperion : Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass. A letter to John Taylor containing an amended version of a passage in Endymion is also illuminating,...

...sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat grey-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round...on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. The opening cadence, 'Deep in the shady sadness. . .Sat' is reminiscent of ' High on a throne of roval...

...sunken from the healthy breath of morn. Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round...grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. . . . The revised version, which embodies many of the descriptive passages of the earlier version but...

...sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round...on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still...

...sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat grey-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung above his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day...

...[who] seem to freeze, / Emprisoned in black, purgatorial rails." Saturn at the beginning of Hyperion "quiet as a stone, / Still as the silence round about his lair." There hardly exists a single of Keats's important poems in which a version of this recurrent theme...

...Keats altered the lines in accordance with the revision for The Fall, to produce the published text: No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a...grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. (HI, 7-10) Two things are striking about this revision. First, there is Keats's capacity to recognize...

...mai dimenticare ciò che avevo visto. Was in this shrouded vale, not so much air As in the zoning of a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd...there did it rest: A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of the fallen divinity Spreading more shade; the Naiad 'mid her reeds Prest...