Proof I read Moby-Dick.

In Shakespeare’s poem entitled “Sonnet 116”, the definition of true love is argued in only 14 lines. Detailed in iambic pentameter, with...

Superiority and Solitude in Milton’s Paradise Lost From existing in a paradise that imitated the divine to becoming only a shadow of that...

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And...

The Garden by Andrew Marvell How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d...

Holy Sonnet 5 John Donne I am a little world made cunningly Of elements and an angelic sprite, But black sin hath betray'd to endless...