American Literature

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dus…

Ode to a Nightingale BY JOHN KEATS

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains          My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull o…

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