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by Jean Webster
THE first Wednesday in every month was a Perfectly Awful Day - a day to be awaited with dread, endured with courage and ...
by George Eliot, Jessica Hische
MISS BROOKE had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
by Ovid
The classics were the raw material of the English Renaissance; to write in the sixteenth century meant to engage in dial...
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 Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
"THIS is the story that Miguel de Cervantes, Spaniard, published in 1605, which the world has been reading again and aga...
by George MacDonald
Certa manhã, despertei com a usual perplexidade da mente que acompanha o retorno à consciência.
by Mary Wollstonecraft, William Godwin
MARRY the heroine of this fiction, was the daughter of Edward, who married Eliza, a gentle, fashionable girl, with a kin...
by Hugh Lofting
ONCE upon a time, many years ago-when our grandfathers were little children-there was a doctor, and his name was Dolittl...
by Willa Cather
FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.
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 Rabindranath Tagore, Marie Luise Gothein
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.
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 Florence Scovel Shinn
Most people consider life a battle, but it is not a battle, it is a game.
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 Edith Nesbit
The house was three miles from the station, but before the dusty hired fly had rattled along for five minutes the childr...
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Between the silver ribbon of morning and the green glittering ribbon of sea, the boat touched Harwich and let loose a sw...
by Edwin Abbott Abbott
I CALL our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are p...