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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 Willa Cather
I FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.
by Edith Nesbit
There were once four children who spent their summer holidays in a white house, happily situated between a sandpit and a...
by Joseph Conrad
The bell, hung on the door by means of a curved ribbon of steel, was difficult to circumvent.
by Kenneth Grahame
I'm coming, I said! Sausages and sweet bread!
by William Shakespeare
Names: in adopting Helen rather than the usual Helena, I follow the preference revealed in the Folio text, in which Hele...
by Edith Wharton
ON a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York.
by E. M. Forster
E. M. Forster was thirty-one when Howards End appeared on October 18, 1910.
by Jack London
DARK spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway.
by L. Frank Baum
"Please, miss," said the shaggy man, "can you tell me the road to Butterfield?"
by Charlotte Brontë
My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton.
by Charles Dickens, Margeret Tarner
IN these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputabl...
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
THE suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset.
by Bram Stoker
3 May. Bistritz. - Left Munich at 8.35 p.m. on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6....
by H. Rider Haggard
There are some events of which each circumstance and surrounding detail seem to be graven on the memory in such fashion ...
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made him worth while.
by Charlotte Brontë
OF late years, an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the north of England: they lie very thick on the hills; eve...
by William Shakespeare
IN the eighteenth century Samuel Johnson declared, 'Of this play the fable is wild and pleasing'.