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by Edmond Rostand
We are in Paris in 1640, the era of Dumas's Three Musketeers.
by Jack London
BUCK did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every ...
by Benjamin Franklin
"It seems I am too much of an American," said Franklin sadly to an English friend.
by Edgar Allan Poe
The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis.
by Mario Puzo
Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice; vengeance on the men who had so cruelly...
by H. G. Wells
THE stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the ...
by Όμηρος
AN ANGRY MAN-THERE IS MY STORY: THE BITTER RANcour of Achilles, prince of the house of Peleus, which brought a thousand ...
by William Shakespeare
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, with swords and bucklers.
by Mark Twain
"CAMELOT-CAMELOT," said I to myself.
by Louisa May Alcott
"CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
by Henry James
The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as o...
by L. Frank Baum
OROTHY lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the far...
by William Shakespeare
Enter Leonato Gouernour of Messina, Innogen his wife, Hero his daughter, and Beatrice his Neece, with a messenger.
by H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.
by William Shakespeare
If you shall chance (Camillo) to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on-foot, you shall see ...
by Robert Louis Stevenson
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Doctor Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars ab...
by Jane Austen
Jane Austen was born on December 16, 1775, in the year before the American Declaration of Independence, and she died on ...
by Joseph Conrad
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
by Willa Cather
FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.