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Empathy and The Loneliness of Existence in Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep In Philip K. Dick’s Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep the most crucially motivating factor of everyone, human and android, is the wish to not be alone, and all the systems they set up, and even the us-vs-them of humans and androids, […]

Read the classic story below, or check out our list of The Yellow Wallpaper Charlotte Perkins Gilman characters, or read the author’s own essay on Why I Wrote the Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. Want something shorter? Check out the Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman Summary. Or enjoy The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte […]

< Return to All John Keats A Song About Myself There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be- He took In his knapsack A book Full of vowels And a shirt With some towels, A slight cap For night cap, A hair […]

< Return to All John Keats A Party Of Lovers Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs, Or else forget the purpose of the night, Forget their tea — forget their appetite. See with cross’d arms they sit — ah! happy crew, The fire is […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems A Pæan How shall the burial rite be read? The solemn song be sung? The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so young? Her friends are gazing on her, And on her gaudy bier, And weep!—oh! to dishonor Dead beauty with a tear! They loved her […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems In Youth I Have Known One In youth I have known one with whom the Earth In secret communing held—as he with it, In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth: Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems Dreams Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! though that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ‘Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems Greek Hymn Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I’ll conceal, Like those champions devoted and brave, When they plunged in the tyrant their steel, And to Athens deliverance gave. Beloved heroes! your deathless souls roam In the joy breathing isles of the blest; Where the mighty of old have […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems The Happiest Day The happiest day—the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? Yes! such I ween But they have vanished long, alas! The visions of my youth have been— But […]