"Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun."
"Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun."
Robert Burns was a character. One of my favorite of the Romantic poets, he took romanticism a little too seriously than was appropriate. And though he did eventually settle down, I tend to find poems like "A Red, Red Rose" somewhat ironic. "As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve am I;And I …
Oh poetry, how I love thee
Review: From Achilles to Christ
Image from Goodreads. Author: Leo Tolstoy Publisher: Bantam Classics Tolstoy is one of those authors I have always been meaning to read but only make a half-hearted effort to get around to. For example, I have had a copy of "War and Peace" on my shelf for almost three years now. Every time I look …
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