Death Comes for the Archbishop

by Willa Cather

One afternoon in the autumn of 1851 a solitary horseman, followed by a pack-mule, was pushing through an arid stretch of...

Northanger Abbey

by Jane Austen

Villette, a novel

by Charlotte Brontë

My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton.

Utilitarianism

by John Stuart Mill

THERE ARE few circumstances among those which make up the present condition of human knowledge, more unlike what might h...

The Return of Sherlock Holmes

by Arthur Conan Doyle

A Farewell to Arms

by Ernest Hemingway

In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mount...

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

by Mark Twain

YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...

The Complete Sherlock Holmes [4 novels, 56 stories]

by Arthur Conan Doyle

IN THE YEAR 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go throu...

The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes

by Arthur Conan Doyle

Kim

by Rudyard Kipling

He sat, in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun Zam-Zammah on her brick platform opposite the old Ajaib-Gher-th...

The Picture of Dorian Gray

by Oscar Wilde

L'artiste est celui qui crée des choses de beauté.

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes [12 stories]

by Arthur Conan Doyle

I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation ...

The Hound of the Baskervilles

by Arthur Conan Doyle

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, der sehr spät am Morgen aufzustehen pflegte (außer bei den gar nicht seltenen Gelegenheiten, da er ...

Angela's Ashes

by Frank McCourt

My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and married and where I was born.

Pygmalion

by George Bernard Shaw

London at 11.15 p.m. Torrents of heavy summer rain.

The Murders in the Rue Morgue

by Edgar Allan Poe

The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis.

The Last of the Mohicans

by James Fenimore Cooper

IT WAS a feature peculiar to the colonial wars of North America, that the toils and dangers of the wilderness were to be...

Vingt mille lieues sous les mers

by Jules Verne

THE YEAR 1866 was signalized by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and inexplicable phenomenon, which doubtless no one ...

Animal Farm

by George Orwell

Nous sommes à la ferme, à la tombée de la nuit, alors que M.Jones vient de rentrer du pub. Il est ce soir bien trop émé...

Heart of Darkness

by Joseph Conrad

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.