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"That was a
memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with
any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its
course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the
long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound
you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day."
"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the
wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade."
Victorian Poetry
Robert Browning
That's my last Duchess
painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will 't please you sit and look at her?
"My Last Duchess"
The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
"Porphyria's Lover"
Mary Shelley's Frankenstein
"But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be--a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself."
Interesting Shakespeare sites:
http://shakespeare.palomar.edu/
http://www.william-shakespeare.info/
http://www.stratford.co.uk/shakespeare.asp
http://www.shakespeare.org.uk/
http://www.bardweb.net/man.html
by William Shakespeare
Fair is
foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and
filthy air.
"To-morrow,
and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
"It's that you each, to shorten
the long journey,Shall tell two tales en route to Canterbury,
And, coming homeward, another two,
Stories of things that happened long ago.
Whoever best acquits himself, and tells
The most amusing and instructive tale,
Shall have a dinner, paid by us all,
Here in this roof, and under this roof-tree,
When we come back again from Canterbury." Geoffrey Chaucer
