Pride and Prejudice is a novel of manners by Jane austen that explores themes of love, marriage, class, morality and personal growth in early 19th century England. The story centers on Elizabeth Bennet, an intelligent…
CHILDREN love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children; to stretchtheir imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle or grandame, whom theynever saw. It was in this spirit that my…
“I am of a constitution so general, that it consorts and sympathiseth with all things; I have no antipathy, or rather idiosyncrasy, in anything. Those national repugnances do not touch me, nor do I behold…
She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.…
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature…
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twistWolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’dBy nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;Make not your rosary of yew-berries,Nor let the beetle, nor the…
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shapeOf deities or mortals, or of…
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:‘Tis not through envy of…
FULL TEXT OF THIS POEM I met a traveller from an antique land,Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,Half sunk a shattered visage…
The sun is warm, the sky is clear,The waves are dancing fast and bright,Blue isles and snowy mountains wearThe purple noon’s transparent might,The breath of the moist earth is light,Around its unexpanded buds;Like many a…
IWhen the lamp is shatteredThe light in the dust lies dead— When the cloud is scatteredThe rainbow’s glory is shed. When the lute is broken,Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken,Loved accents…
ArgumentHow a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific…
Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of…