Arms and the Boy, by Wilfred Owen
> Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; Blue with all malice, like a madman' »
Sea Grapes, by Derek Walcott
> That sail which leans on light, tired of islands, a schooner beating up the Caribbean > for home, could be Odysseus, home-bound on the Aegean; »
Repressive Tolerance, by Herbert Marcuse
> With respect to historical violence emanating from among the ruling classes, no such relation to progress seems to obtain. The long series of dynastic and »
The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt
> With a full-armed gesture of old, he swatted away my words. "No, no. Wait here. I want to show you something." > He »
The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Juster
> "When the two boys grew to young-manhood, the king called them to him and said: 'I am becoming an old man and can »