Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change,
into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell,
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong bell.
Monday, June 25, 2012
I would love to have a literary genre map in my classroom, but I can't seem to find one. I'll have to start mapping the genres on Wikipedia.