Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of ...

“Yet if hope has flown away, in a night, or in a day. In a vision, or in none, is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.” Those were the resounding words ...

I have been moving books between one house and another, doing a quinquennial cull to donate to libraries. In flux, I can’t make a firm census of the poetry books I cannot bear to do without, but there ...

Researchers discovered a medieval manuscript in Rome containing Caedmon’s Hymn, the first known poem in the English language.