Paradise Lost

by John Milton

This first book proposes, first in brief, the whole subject: man's disobedience and the loss thereupon of Paradise where...

Decamerone

by Giovanni Boccaccio

DEAREST ladies, it is fitting that everything done by man should begin with the marvelous and holy name of Him who was t...

Kinder- und Hausmärchen

by Gebrüder Grimm [Brothers Grimm]

Long ago, in a far away place, there lived a king and his beautiful daughter.

Psychopathia sexualis

by Richard von Krafft-Ebing, Krafft/

Tao te Ching

by 老子

A way become Way isn't the perennial Way.

Far from the Madding Crowd

by Thomas Hardy

Das Schloß

by Franz Kafka

IT WAS late in the evening when K. arrived.

Eva Luna

by Isabel Allende

Me llamo Eva, que quiere decir vida, segun un libro que mi madre consulto para escoger mi nombre.

Der Proceß

by Franz Kafka

SOMEONE must have been telling lies about Joseph K., for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine mor...

Lolita

by Vladimir Nabokov

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.

The Body in the Library

by Agatha Christie

Mrs. Bantry was dreaming.

Der Steppenwolf

by Hermann Hesse

THE DAY HAD GONE BY JUST AS DAYS GO BY.

John Donne Poetry

by John Donne, John Booty

Away thou fondling motley humourist,

Heidi

by Spyri, Johanna

IN a small Swiss town in the shadow of the mountains is a path that leads, straight and steep, into the Alps.

Faust

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[FAUST, lying among grass and flowers, exhausted and restless, trying to sleep.]

Howards End

by E. M. Forster

E. M. Forster was thirty-one when Howards End appeared on October 18, 1910.

The Scarlet Letter

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...

Much Ado About Nothing

by William Shakespeare

Enter Leonato Gouernour of Messina, Innogen his wife, Hero his daughter, and Beatrice his Neece, with a messenger.

A Midsummer Night's Dream

by William Shakespeare

Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour

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.