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l. 114. _gray_, hoary with antiquity.

l. 128. _immortal death. _ Cf. Swinburne's _Garden of Proserpine_, st. 7.

Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands.

PAGE 199. l. 136. Filled in, in pencil, in a transcript of _Hyperion_ by
Keats's friend Richard Woodhouse--

Glory dawn'd, he was a god.


FOOTNOTES:

[245:1] 'If any apology be thought necessary for the appearance of the
unfinished poem of Hyperion, the publishers beg to state that they alone
are responsible, as it was printed at their particular request, and
contrary to the wish of the author.
The poem was intended to have been
of equal length with Endymion, but the reception given to that work
discouraged the author from proceeding. '

[247:1]

e. g. i. 56 Knows thee not, thus afflicted, for a god
i. 206 save what solemn tubes . . . gave
ii. 70 that second war
Not long delayed.

[247:2]

e. g. ii. 8 torrents hoarse
32 covert drear
i. 265 season due
286 plumes immense

[247:3]

e. g.