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Virginia Woolf (1882-1941), English author, feminist, essayist, publisher, and critic wrote A Room of One’s Own (1929);All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point—a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved.-Ch. 1Now regarded as a classic feminist work, Woolf based her extended essay A Room on lectures she had given at women’s…See More

World War IFrom Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaJump to: navigation, searchMap of Europe at the start of World War I. Turkey refers to the Ottoman Empire.World War I was a war fought by a lot of…See More

Short Biography of Jane AustenJane Austen was the author of several enduringly popular English novels, including: Pride and Prejudice, Emma and Mansfield Park.Early LifeJane Austen was born in Steventon, Hampshire on 16th December 1775. She was the 7th daughter of an 8 child family. Her father, George Austen, was a vicar and lived on a reasonable income of £600 a year. However, although they were middle class, they were not rich; her father would have been unable to give much to help her…See More

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Sonnet Composed upon Westminster BridgeEarth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:This city now doth, like a garment wearThe beauty of the morning; silent, bare,Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lieOpen unto the fields and to the sky,All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.Never did sun more beautifully steepIn his first splendor, valley, rock or hill;Ne'er saw I, never felt a calm so deep!The river…See More

I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay;Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOutdid the sparkling waves in glee;A poet could not but be gayIn…See More