Crusoe in England, by Elizabeth Bishop
> A new volcano has erupted, the papers say, and last week I was reading where some ship saw an island being born: at first a »
The Buried Giant, by Kazuo Ishiguro
> They retraced their steps along the path they had beaten earlier through the ferns and nettles. The storm had made the ground underneath treacherous, so »
Not So Far as the Forest, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
> That chill is in the air Which the wise know well, and even have learned to bear. This joy, I know, Will soon be under »
Out, Out - , by Robert Frost
> The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across »
Middlemarch, by George Eliot
> Lydgate's hair never became white. He died when he was only fifty, leaving his wife and children provided for by a heavy insurance »