… 221 Prof. Scai "Essay on Man" is a poem written by Alexander Pope that attempts to make man understand his role in this universe. This poem is another way of Pope trying to address…

… 206 Prof D.S. "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening" is a poem written by Robert Frost. The poem deals with many basic themes, some of which include responsibility, nature, and…

… brilliantly rhythmic poem is a heavenly journey made possible by the skilful stimulation of your imagination. Indeed, Bermudas is Andrew Marvell's vehicle for enchanting you from your own ordinary situation, to a place of 'eternal spring' and 'golden…

… Ester brook, a small camp near Laramie Peak. A young girl about 12 years old was attending an Episcopal Church camp. This young girls name was Madison Shoop, and she was accompanied by two friends from her home town. These friends' names were Anndee…

… can reveal, It's like a bad cut, That never will heal, I want to show you, The fire inside, It's always burning, It's something that I really can't hide, If I could I'd tell the world, About this burning passion for you, I would give anything to find, …

… the ground, A beautiful, Red rose, And gave it to you, What would you say, What would you do, How would you hold it, Would you carefully, Hold it, Between the thorns, Or would you, Absentmindedly, Put your hand, On the whole stem, If a thorn…

… of a person's face. This description of the face is insight for the person's attitude. A face lacking love or grace, a face without tenderness, gentleness, caring, or a heart. Dickinson expresses the sadness and gloominess in the person. A cloud has…

… coming", "quick, hide." <Tab/>As we ran into the woods, a car rolled up and over the tracks. <Tab/>"Is it a cop?" <Tab/>"I don't know, I can't tell." <Tab/>"Oh sh_ _, it is!" Running from our hiding…

… that fogged up his mind. He opened his eyes, blinking slowly at the figure outlined by the sunrise, a bloody red and beautiful sunrise. It could only be that cursed Sheriff, come to pester him again. ***** He didn't believe it. They took Martha.…

… Tamara Holloway It was just now dusk outside. The golden-brown sun was quickly setting along the horizon. Rakon slowly surveyed his surroundings to make sure that he was all alone. It was at dusk when the other Goths would come out to search for potenti…