FORMS OF

PROSE
 NOVEL - Romeo And Juliet By William Shakespeare
 SHORT STORY – The Gift Of Magi By O Henry
 LETTER - Advice To A Young Man On The Choice Of A
Mistress BY Benjamin Franklin
 ESSAY - The Sacred Grove of Oshogbo By Jeffrey Tayler
 BIOGRAPHY - Steve Jobs, A biography by Romain
Moisescot
 SERMON - Sinners In The Hands Of An Angry God By
Jonathan Edwards
 ORATION – I Have A Dream By Martin Luther
 PHILOSOPHY – The Republic By Plato
 FILMS - Forrest Gump ; The Godfather: Part II ; Star Wars:
Episode IV ; Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
(1971) ; Toy Story ; Men in Black ; E.T.
 LINGUISTIC PHILOSOPHY – Theories Of Truth
FORMS OF
POETRY
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Ode to the West Wind

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1795-1825)

First Movement

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-striken multitudes: O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill

(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

 LIMERICK

There was an Old Man of Nantucket

Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
His daughter, called Nan,
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
- Anonymous

There was a young lady of Lucca

Whose lovers completely forsook her;
She ran up a tree
And said "Fiddle-de-dee!"
Which embarrassed the people of Lucca.
- Edward Lear

There was a Young Lady whose chin

Resembled the point of a pin:
So she had it made sharp,
And purchased a harp,
And played several tunes with her chin.
- Edward Lear

Few thought he was even a starter;

There were many who thought themselves smarter,
But he ended a PM
CH and OM
An earl and a Knight of the Garter.
- Clement Attlee

There once was a man from Peru

Who had a lot of growing up to do,
He’d ring a doorbell,
then run like hell,
Until the owner shot him with a .22.
- Anonymous
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The Fire
Andrew Mancinelli

I was in that fire,

The room was dark and somber.
I sleep peacefully.

That alarm then rang,

The sound annoying and loud,
But it saved my life.

I had woken up
Scared, confused, and sad alike.
I knew what happened.

My shelter burning;
My bastion fiercely falling,
I, at just age four.

I'll never forget

The face of mother possessed;
The look of pure fear.

Her light pajamas.

Her dark and rustled "bed-head."
She soon yanked me up.

Along with my rest,

My sister, brother, and dad
Ran out of the blaze.

My pets, left behind,

Found the inevitable.
They live now above.

Out we stand, post-haste;

The cold and wet post-storm land.
We stand, soles chilling.

Approach the neighbor,

Seemingly calm and relaxed
Amid the inferno.

She asked our well-being.

We had no reply to give.
She left with a sulk.

All possessions lost,

We drove far away, love lost
To live for years more.