Pardon me, not tragic, as you said just now.
Unfortunate is the word, terribly unfortunate…
By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see […]
By Alfred Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king,By this still hearth, among these barren crags,Match’d with an […]
By Robert Browning That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,Looking as if she were alive. I callThat piece a […]