Marina, by T.S. Eliot
> Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga? > What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands What water lapping the bow And »
A Room of One's Own, by Virginia Woolf
> A very queer, composite being thus emerges. Imaginatively she is of the highest importance; practically she is completely insignificant. She pervades poetry from cover to »
Saturnino Herrán, selected works
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On First Looking into Chapman's Homer, by John Keats
> Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been »
The Pine Forest of Ravenna, by Leigh Hunt
> A HEAVY spot the forest looks at first, To one grim shade condemned, and sandy thirst, Checkered with thorns, and thistles run to seed, Or »