Found 570 results for "Reading Level-Adult"
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
by Rudyard Kipling
It was seven o'clock on a warm evening in India's Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke from his day's rest.
by Philip Pullman
Will tugged at his mother's hand and said, "Come on, come on..."
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 J. K. Rowling
Il giorno più caldo dell’estate – almeno fino a quel momento – volgeva al termine e un silenzio sonnacchioso gravava sul...
by William Shakespeare
1.1 King Lear, intending to divide his power and kingdom among his three daughters, demands public professions of their ...
by J. K. Rowling
Il était près de minuit et le Premier Ministre, assis seul dans son bureau, lisait un long rapport dont les mots lui tra...
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 Philip Pullman
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen.
by Jane Austen
THE following pages are the production of a pen which has already contributed in no small degree to the entertainment of...
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 Eoin Colfer
HO Chi Minh City in the summer. Sweltering by anyone's standards. Needless to say, Artemis Fowl would not have been will...
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 J. K. Rowling
Les deux hommes surgirent de nulle part, à quelques mètres l’un de l’autre, sur le chemin étroit éclairé par la lune. Pe...
by William Shakespeare
Macbeth was first produced at a time of radical theatrical change in England.
by Edith Nesbit
The house was three miles from the station, but before the dusty hired fly had rattled along for five minutes the childr...