The Lime-Tree Bower My Prison, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
> Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, such as would have been »
Letters From The Earth, by Mark Twain
> The Creator sat upon the throne, thinking. Behind him stretched the illimitable continent of heaven, steeped in a glory of light and color; before him »
Man In Black, by Sylvia Plath
> Where the three magenta Breakwaters take the shove And suck of the grey sea > To the left, and the wave Unfists against the dun »
The Devils of Loudun, by Aldous Huxley
> Sir Edward Coke, the greatest English lawyer of the late Elizabethan and Jacobean age, defined a witch as "a person who has conference with »
Martin Chuzzlewit, by Charles Dickens
> Martin indeed was dangerously ill; very near his death. He lay in that state many days, during which time Mark’s poor friends, regardless of »