Read the text of Charlotte Bronte's poem about the death of her sister, as well as an analysis.
When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born; With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil's walking parody On all four-footed things....
I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion. The years-heired feature that can In curve and voice and eye Despise the human span Of...
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun; Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk; At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse; Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust; And loved so well a high behavior In man or maid, that thou from...
At some point in our lives, we’ve all known someone who made every itch, pain and sniffle sound like it was the end of the world. They believed they were experiencing something unique. Everyone around them had to stop what they were doing and note...
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river; No where by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. But...
After years of searching and going on dates that never should’ve happened, you’ve finally found “the one.” You hear wedding bells. You imagine what your children will look like. You see yourself dying old with a smile on your face. All signs...
My analysis of Seraphina Delle Rose in Tennessee William's Play "The Rose Tattoo"