Found 6,185 results for "Family problems"
by Charles Dickens
LONDON. MICHAELMAS TERM LATELY OVER, AND THE LORD Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall.
by Agatha Christie
"Tommy, old thing!" "Tuppence, old bean!" The two young people greeted each other affectionately, and momentarily blocke...
by Jules Verne
MR. PHILEAS FOGG LIVED, IN 1872, AT NO. 7, SAVILLE Row, Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814.
by Edith Nesbit
The house was three miles from the station, but before the dusty hired fly had rattled along for five minutes the childr...
by Charles Dickens
WHETHER I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by any body else, these pag...
by Benjamin Franklin
"It seems I am too much of an American," said Franklin sadly to an English friend.
by Ovid
The classics were the raw material of the English Renaissance; to write in the sixteenth century meant to engage in dial...
by William Shakespeare
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
by William Shakespeare
1.1 Richard, alone onstage, reveals his intention to play the villain.
by William Shakespeare
This edition of Henry IV Part I is part of the Cambridge School Shakespeare series.
by William Shakespeare
Enter the Duke of Ephesus, with [Egeon] the Merchant of Syracusa, Jailer, and other Attendants.
by E. B. White
WHEN Mrs. Frederick C. Little's second son arrived, everybody notice that he was not much bigger than a mouse.
by William Shakespeare
Measure for Measure is one of the best of Shakespeare's plays, though it has not always received the appreciation it des...
by William Faulkner
Jewel and I come up from the field, following the path in single file.
by Richard T. Schaefer
I am , of course, very different from the people who normally fill America's least attractive jobs, and in ways that bot...
by Jean Cocteau
THAT PORTION of old Paris known as the Cite Monthiers is bounded on the one side by the rue de Clichy, on the other by t...
by Sue Townsend
These are my New Year' resolutions: 1. I will help the blind across the road.
by Nancy L. Mace, Peter V. Rabins
For two or three years Mary had known that her memory was slipping.