Category: Excellence in Literature: The Curriculum

Author Ernest Hemingway on his boat.

Ernest Hemingway Biography

Brief Biography Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) was an American novelist, short-story writer, and journalist. His economical and understated style had a strong influence on 20th-century fiction, while his...

Alfred Lord Tennyson Biography, 1911

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892), English poet, was born at Somersby, Lincolnshire, England, on the 6th of August 1809. He was the fourth of the twelve children of the Reverend George Clayton Tennyson (1778–1831) and...

Allegorical Elements in Pilgrim’s Progress

John Bunyan’s The Pilgrim’s Progress is an allegory, meaning that each character, place, and event in the story represents something else. The allegorical elements in The Pilgrim’s Progress can be divided into two categories:...

Poet’s Calendar by Longfellow

The Poet’s Calendar, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow JANUARY Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through my portals come and go. I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow; I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men. FEBRUARY I am lustration, and the sea is mine! I wash the sands and headlands with my tide; My brow is crowned with branches of the pine; Before my chariot-wheels the fishes glide. By me all things unclean are purified, By me the souls of men washed white again; E’en the unlovely tombs of those who died Without a dirge, I cleanse from every stain. MARCH I Martius am!  Once first, and now the third! To lead the Year was my appointed place; A mortal dispossessed me by a word, And set there Janus with the double face. Hence I make war on all the human race; I shake the cities with my hurricanes; I flood the rivers and their banks efface, And drown the farms and hamlets with my rains....

Prayer for Deliverance from the Pestilence

Pestilence, plague, pandemic — whatever you call it, it’s nothing new.  From Oedipus Rexby Sophocles CHORUSLORD of the Pythian treasure [1],What meaneth the word thou hast spoken?The strange and wondrous word,Which Thebes has heard,Oh!...

Mary Shelley Poetry

Stanzas by Mary Shelley Oh, come to me in dreams, my love! I will not ask a dearer bliss; Come with the starry beams, my love, And press mine eyelids with thy kiss. ’Twas...