Play · Tragedy (play)By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.William ShakespeareMacbeth · 1616★ 3.7
PoemThe sky is darkening like a stain; Something is going to fall like rain, And it won't be flowers.W.H. Auden1935★ 3.6
PoemAnd as the smart ship grew In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.Thomas Hardy1912★ 3.5