My Antonia
I can see them now, exactly as they looked, working about the table in the…
Literature
I Ought to Hate You
‘Tell me, does it amuse you very much to torture me? I ought to hate…
The Fall of a Sparrow
There ’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,…
For Whom the Bell Tolls
No man is an island, entire of itself; everyman is a piece of the continent,…
Life’s But a Walking Shadow
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To…
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To…
Language of Looks
How well I understand this language of looks, mute but expressive, terse but emphatic.…
Repose of Rivers
The willows carried a slow sound,
A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.
I…
A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.
I…
I Dye Alive
O life! what letts thee from a quicke decease?
O death! what drawes thee from…
O death! what drawes thee from…