Found 372 results for "Richard Strand"
by James Joyce
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed...
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...
by William Shakespeare
There is an aura of unreality about the plays of Shakespeare, and students feel this, although they may not be able to e...
by William Shakespeare
'Othello', in the words of Edward Pechter, 'has become the tragedy of choice for the present generation.'
by William Shakespeare
There is an aura of unreality about the plays of Shakespeare, and students feel this, although they may not be able to e...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, der sehr spät am Morgen aufzustehen pflegte (außer bei den gar nicht seltenen Gelegenheiten, da er ...
by Aristotle
We speak in many ways of what is, i.e. the ways distinguished earlier in our work on the several ways in which things ar...
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 ...
by Edward Gibbon
After the fall of the Roman empire in the West, an interval of fifty years, till the memorable reign of Justinian, is fa...
by Daniel Defoe, J. J. Grandville
I WAS born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreig...
by Alexandre Dumas
LE 24 FEVRIER 1815, la vigie de Notre-Dame-de-la-Garde signale l'arrivee du trois-mats le Pharaon, venant de Smyrne, Tri...
by Charles Dickens
THE first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the ea...
by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet
On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of Romance of the Rose wa...
by William Shakespeare
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, And breath short-winded accents of new...
by Joseph Addison, Christine Dunn Henderson
THE dawn is over-caft, the morning low'rs,
by Robert Burns
MY loved, my honoured, much respected friend!
by Richard Henry Dana
The fourteenth of August was the day fixed upon for the sailing of the brig Pilgrim, on her voyage from Boston, round Ca...