The poem is addressed to Wordsworth's younger sister, Dorothy Wordsworth. He urged her to come out into the open lap of nature. She ...

CHAPTER XXXIV In civilian clothes I felt a masquerader. I had been in uniform a long time and I missed the feeling of being held by ...

CHAPTER XVIII In October, 1896, I entered the Cambridge School for Young Ladies, to be prepared for Radcliffe. When I was a litt...

Title: Treasure Island ( Illustrated) Author: Robert Louis Stevenson  Illustrator: Louis Rhead Subjects: Adventure; Classic; Fict...

'To Autumn' is a perfect and flawless ode of Keats. It is the briefest of his odes and a purely objective and descriptive poem. ...

There was, until a year ago, a little and very grimy-looking shop near Seven Dials, over which, in weather-worn yellow lettering, the na...

CHAPTER XXIV The bright glare of morning sunlight streaming through the trees overhead awakened Scarlett. For a moment, stiffened by...

'Delusive Nymph, farewell!' How oft we've said or sung, When balls evasive fell, Or in the jaws of 'Hell,' Or ...

CHAPTER XI It was dusk when the priest came. They had brought the soup and afterward taken away the bowls and I was lying looking at...

Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,   The sun has burnt her coal-black hair,   Her eye-brows have a rusty stain,   And she came far...