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Samuel Beckett Biography
Samuel Beckettplaywright, novelistBorn: 4/13/1906Birthplace: Foxrock, County Dublin, Ireland With the production of En attendent Godot (1952, Waiting for Godot) in Paris in 1954, Beckett…William Shakespeare: Richard II, Act II, Scene II
Scene IIThe palaceEnter Queen, Bushy, and BagotBushyMadam, your majesty is too much sad: You promised, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness And entertain a…John Donne: The Dissolution
The Dissolution She's dead; and all which die To their first elements resolve; And we were mutual elements to us, And made of one another. My body then doth…William Shakespeare: The Tempest, Epilogue
EpilogueProsperoNow my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confined by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not,…Edvard Munch
Norwegian painter and printmaker Edvard Munch is most famous for his 1893 oil painting The Scream. He is most associated with Oslo, where he studied art as a young man before spending his formative…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: The Chevalier's Lament
by Robert Burns Verses To ClarindaEpistle To Hugh ParkerThe Chevalier's Lament Air-"Captain O'Kean." The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: A Health To Ane I Loe Dear
by Robert Burns O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, LassO Wert Thou In The Cauld BlastA Health To Ane I Loe Dear Chorus—Here's a health to ane I loe dear, Here's a health to ane I loe dear…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXL
Sonnet CXXXIX Sonnet CXLI CXL Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express The manner of my pity-…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLIV
Sonnet CXLIII Sonnet CXLV CXLIV Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XCIX
Sonnet XCVIII Sonnet C XCIX The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy…Trending
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