Found 979 results for "American farm life"
by George Orwell
Nous sommes à la ferme, à la tombée de la nuit, alors que M.Jones vient de rentrer du pub. Il est ce soir bien trop émé...
by Henry David Thoreau
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in ...
by Willa Cather
FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
Along time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babi...
by John Bunyan
When at the first I took my Pen in hand, / Thus for to write; I did not understand / That I at all should make a little ...
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
MRS. RACHEL LYNDE lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladie...
by Mark Twain
YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...
by Edith Wharton
I HAD the story, bit by bit, from various people and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different s...
by Pearl S. Buck
In The Good Earth (1931), Pearl Buck tells a timeless story about a farmer struggling to eke out a living from the earth...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation ...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
IN THE YEAR 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go throu...
by John Steinbeck
A Few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.
by Jonathan Swift
MY FATHER HAD a small estate in Nottinghamshire, 1 was the third of five sons.
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 Giovanni Boccaccio
DEAREST ladies, it is fitting that everything done by man should begin with the marvelous and holy name of Him who was t...
by Ursula K. Le Guin
I’ll make my report as if I told a story, for I was taught as a child on my homeworld that Truth is a matter of the imag...
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
THE evening before my departure for Blithedale, I was returning to my bachelor apartments, after attending the wonderful...