Found 5,673 results for "Musical settings"
by H. Rider Haggard
It is a curious thing that at my age-fifty-five last birthday-I should find myself taking up a pen to try and write a hi...
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 William Shakespeare
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
by Oscar Wilde
L'artiste est celui qui crée des choses de beauté.
by Aristotle
THE science which has to do with nature clearly concerns itself for the most part with bodies and magnitudes and their p...
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 two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]
by Lewis Carroll
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...
by John Locke
1. Man fitted to form articulated Sounds.
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 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 Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
No início de julho, ao entardecer, sob um calor intenso, um jovem saiu do cubículo que sublocava na travessa S.
by Gustave Flaubert
WE were in the prep-room when the Head came in, followed by a new boy in mufti and a beadle carrying a big desk.
by William Shakespeare
Enter the Duke of Ephesus, with [Egeon] the Merchant of Syracusa, Jailer, and other Attendants.
by Gebrüder Grimm [Brothers Grimm]
In a house by the sea on the edge of a large forest lived a poor fisherman with his wife and two children.
by Judith S. Levey, Elaine Israel
One of the many remarkable new images from NASA's Hubble Space Telescope shows part of the CONE NEBULA, a huge column of...
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Here my garden is growing, the flowers of Eros I tend here; They are the Muse's own choice, bedded out wisely they bloom...