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by Hans Christian Andersen
How beautiful the countryside was in summer!
by William Shakespeare
Orlando. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou sa...
by Alexandre Dumas
ON the 24th of February, 1815, the watch-tower of Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the arrival of the three-master Phara...
by Charles Dickens
MY FATHER'S FAMILY NAME being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing lo...
by John Steinbeck
To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarre...
by John Buchan
I RETURNED from the City about three o'clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life.
by Jonathan Swift
MY FATHER HAD a small estate in Nottinghamshire, 1 was the third of five sons.
by William Shakespeare
1. When reading verse, note the appropriate phrasing and intonation.
by Лев Толстой
KARENIN and his wife continued to live under the same roof, to meet every day, and yet to remain entire strangers to eac...
by Harriet Beecher Stowe
LATE in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting in a well-furnished room in a town in Kent...
by Jerome Klapka Jérôme
THERE were four of us - George, and William Samuel Harris, and myself, and Montmorency.
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...
by William Shakespeare
[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]
by Charles Dickens
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the...
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 Henry David Thoreau
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in ...
by Franz Kafka
SOMEONE must have been telling lies about Joseph K., for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine mor...