… of Innocence and the Songs of Experience”… are the poems of man with a profound interest in human emotions, and a profound knowledge of them.” (Grant 507) In these books of poetry and art, written and drawn by William Blake himself, are depictions…

… many books and poems that have given her great success. If one would talk to her, he or she would think she has lead a normal, happy life. Her life is blissful now, but it wasn’t always perfect. Maya Angelou’s sorrowful life experiences inspired…

… quite remember what is was about. I am sorry we never talked much. I am sorry we never for that was a lose for me. I am sorry we were never really good friends. I am sorry I took your friendship for granted, I promise I wont do it to any one again.…

… the gentle lamb and the dire tiger define childhood by setting a contrast between the innocence of youth and the experience of age. The Lamb is written with childish repetitions and a selection of words which could satisfy any audience under…

… named Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote the poem called “Kubla Khan”. In his preface, he stated that he had dreamt the poem, and wrote it down just as it was “preserved”. The speaker also stated that the poem is merely a fragment, it is not complete.…

… clean and take care of us. As the ring sits on the finger it glimmers in the light as she works. The hands turn the pages of the book as they fill with excitement, for every new paged turned. When people are sick they get better when those…

… Day” Title: “Day-Long Day” Abstract: This paper is a critical analysis of Tino Villanueva’s poem, “Day-Long Day”. It examines the work with regard to its diction, syntax, denotation and connotation, imagery, metaphor and simile, tone,…

… would be an image of a thousand thoughts. If I could hear her as the sound of a beautiful bird, I would hear the most extravagant voice in the concrete world. If I could smell her the way I smelt a rose, I would smell the fresh scent…

… think we were like sisters at times. You knew me better than I knew myself, *censored*!! that's funny . One day I woke up to find our friendship was at an end. Was it by choice or was it a voice. Voice of outside people? Or that of a inner you. Whatever…

… of heaven Kept. Upturned faces through the night. Mangled corpses in the light. Pale stars faded, morning broke. Then death awoke. Golden hours, bright summer day. The dead unburied bodies lay. Stark and cold unceased prayer. Hide them from…