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by Erskine Childers
I HAVE read of men who, when forced by their calling to live for long periods in utter solitude-save for a few black fac...
by James Joyce
riverrun,past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend if bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back ...
by Robert Louis Stevenson
When I was down beside the sea, a wooden spade they gave to me to dig the sandy shore.
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 Frances Hodgson Burnett
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were li...
by Eleanor Hodgman Porter, Porter
With a frown Miss Polly folded the letter and tucked it into its envelope.
by Oscar Wilde
Morning-room in ALGERNON's flat in Half-Moon street.
by George MacDonald
IT WAS NOT TONY LEMLICH'S HABIT TO SPEND TIME ON THE shooting set of one of the pictures he had written.
by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Tal vez no sea superfluo, al introducir el célebre libro de Rousseau, señalar como punto de partida que estamos ante un ...
by Jules Verne
MR. PHILEAS FOGG LIVED, IN 1872, AT NO. 7, SAVILLE Row, Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814.
by Joseph Conrad
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
by Franz Kafka
I COULD HEAR THE CARTS driving past the garden fence, sometimes I even caught sight of them through the gently shifting ...
by Plutarch
As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes...
by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet
On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of Romance of the Rose wa...
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-loo...
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped into a little hollow, ringed all around with trees and f...
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 ...