This is Part 2 to the series on Keats’ “Ode to a Grecian Urn”. Part 1 can be found here. Chapter II: What is Poetry? The yearning for...

Over the glistening waves of distant seas Travels, swan-like, a humble bark. Along the waters an old soul as well Glides like a ship...

The color before the sun rises, due east, as the horizon is painted with streaks from heaven like a stained brush across the celestial...

So dark, so dark the willow forests loom, The skies are wintered and the evening hushed. Now neither shroud nor light nor vapors rise,...

Percy Bysshe Shelley’s “Ozymandias” is one of his shortest works, but also one of his best known, anthologized to the point of ubiquity....

When you have become to me as roses bloom, in memory, exquisite, each sharp thorn forgot, will I recall—yours made me bleed? When winter...

An object is perfect, when everything manifold in it accords with the unity of its concept; it is beautiful, when its perfection appears...

There once descended a youth from Athens Into a dreamy Corinthian town; He was eager to meet new family, friends And his luscious bride...

A naked pagan dancing with the sky, I am alien in your world. Your houses, factories, TV sets, It is difficult for me to understand how...