literature → gothic
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literature → gothic
I love reading bad reviews of classic books on Amazon and Goodreads
Redux book covers for classic Virginia Woolf novels, designed by Angus Hyland.
Marc Johns: What birds do when we aren’t looking.
"How to Read Classic Literature in Six Easy Steps" from paltry acheivments
Routledge in 1880
Title page of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould Me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
- John Milton, Paradise Lost, Lines 743-745.
W.W. Norton & Co. edition of Gogol's The Overcoat
Classic Literature Packaged Like Cigarettes
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
- Shakespeare; "Romeo and Juliet", Act III, Scene II
Little Women Book Cover – In the style of Irma Boom – Illustrated by Jeddah Balgame
(Source: Hungry Creators)
Little Women Book Cover – In the style of Paula Scher – Illustrated by Jeddah Balgame
(Source: Hungry Creators)
Puffin Designer Children's Classics
(Source: Rebecca Writes)
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Galileo by ~aanoi
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears.
- Emily Dickinson, For Each Ecstatic Instant