"We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little lives are rounded with a sleep." William Shakespeare From Act IV of The Tempest, this line is spoken by Prospero, as he compares his magical illusions "melted into air,...
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENINGRobert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little...
"IT WAS THE CHOICEST GIFT" - Jane Austen The challenges brought on by the pandemic have upended many of our lives, and some days there seems to be an endless stream of unhappy news. But every day while packing orders, we see your...
THE BLACK CATBy Edgar Allan Poe View Art Print For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it,...
It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o’er field and dell, Because the year is dying. Such principles are most absurd,— I care not who first...
THE SYSTEM OF DOCTOR TARR AND PROFESSOR FETHER. By Edgar Allan Poe DURING the autumn of 18—, while on a tour through the extreme southern provinces of France, my route led me within a few miles of a certain...
