THE POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“The white hands of the tenebrous belle deal the hand of destiny. Her fingernails are longer than those of the mandarins of… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty I have planted a false oath in… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Remorse is as the heart in which it grows; If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
