In the midst of Victorian England’s industrial roar and materialistic fervor, one voice thundered louder than all others with prophetic intensity. Thomas Carlyle, the Scottish essayist and historian who lived […]
By William Shakespeare My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be […]
By William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short […]
