Milton's Poems

by John Milton

Paradise Lost. The Verse of "Paradise Lost." "The measure is English Heroic Verse without Rime," as that of Homer in Gre...

History

by Herodotus

Shirley

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; ever...

Robinson Crusoe

by Daniel Defoe, J. J. Grandville

I was born in the year 1632 in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreign...

Homage to Catalonia

by George Orwell

For Whom the Bell Tolls

by Ernest Hemingway

Estaba tirado boca abajo, sobre una capa de agujas de pino color castaño, con la barbilla apoyada en los brazos cruzados...

Les Misérables

by Victor Hugo

In 1815 Monsieur Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of Digne.

The Book Thief

by Markus Zusak

That last time.

Gorin no sho

by Miyamoto Musashi, William Scott Wilson

Martial arts are the warrior's way of life.

The Man Who Was Thursday

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.

Julius Caesar

by William Shakespeare

1. When reading verse, note the appropriate phrasing and intonation.

Hamlet

by William Shakespeare

[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]

Ab urbe condita

by Titus Livius

At the beginning of the following year the consuls and praetors balloted for their provinces.

Анна Каренина

by Лев Толстой

KARENIN and his wife continued to live under the same roof, to meet every day, and yet to remain entire strangers to eac...

Gulliver's Travels

by Jonathan Swift

MY FATHER HAD a small estate in Nottinghamshire, 1 was the third of five sons.

Nineteen Eighty-Four

by George Orwell

Hari yang dingin dan cerah di bulan April, dan jam-jam berdentang tiga belas kali.

Im Westen nichts Neues

by Erich Maria Remarque

We are at rest five miles behind the front.

Leaves of Grass

by Walt Whitman

ONES-SELF I sing, a simple separate person,

His Last Bow [8 stories]

by Arthur Conan Doyle

I find it recorded in my notebook that it was a bleak and windy day towards the end of March in the year 1892.

A Tale of Two Cities

by Charles Dickens

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the...